His deep gray and black pelt rippled as his muscles worked beneath it,
bringing him out onto the rocks from the Serpent's Pass and towards the
budding land of the flowers. His tail was flicking to and fro, for he seemed
in a rather delighted mood. He had previously been accepted into Poison
Pack, and he was not going to let his new pack-mates down. Yet on the
other hand, he was busy smelling around for a specific wolf- Finn. It was
his sister, and once he found her, he was to punish her for ever leaving
the pack. He did not smell her here, though, so he decided to relax instead.
The large beast continued forth now, his weighted paws softened by the
gentle emerald grasses that had sprouted weeks ago. Buds were all
about, representing flowers that were soon to bloom from them. Teal-green
eyes scanned the area for signs of life, and he could see a doe with her
yearling on the edge of a forest on the other side of the rise. His ears
twitched, and he scented the air, walking forward more. The deer
watched him cautiously, their dark eyes weary as they grazed and he
continued to explore the area he had stumbled upon.