Nightingale Palisade New comer to new lands.

Rip moved slowly fallowing a river through the thickening forest. The gash from the coyote was healing well but stile gave him pain and stiffness in his hind leg.

He didn't mined the slower pace to much, the forest brought a hole new array of smells to enjoy. The water from the river was clear and tasted of the earth and pines that surrounding him. Unfamiliar birds flitted through the trees singing new kinds of songs. Even the dirt beneath his paws felt different, softer and full of life compared to the stone and ice of his home.

Rip had stopped to get another drink when the wind changed and brought a very familiar sent caught his nose. Wolfs. His head pops up from the river ears straining for any sound eyes scanning for any movement around him. Adrenalin began to leak into his vanes as thoughts raced through his mined. Should he run and hide, or should he see who is out their and hope they are friendly?

Quickly he made up his mined. Rip sat on the river bank facing the last place the wolf sent hade come from and whited.

(This post was last modified: Jun 09, 2021, 12:58 PM by Landen.)