Baron had found himself a home near the fork of a river, one that lead to a waterfall off to the East and parted both to the North-West and South, having explored each path thoroughly before making his choice. He had noticed the scents of other loners and those of packs to the South and West, but he remained content in his dug out hollow for now, cautious of approaching any-wolf as of yet.
The cream fur that was predominant along his musculature was covered in dirt from his task of creating a small home for himself, something that he worked on cleaning as he lay at his dens entrance, piercing yellow eyes attentive to his surroundings as he paused from his task at the slightest of scents or sound. It was his time to be careful without the protection of a pack, he was just a yearling after all and even a strong and practiced yearling could be taken off guard by a group of pack wolves or a large, domineering loner. Baron worked at cleaning his fur for some time, content in having a task to do while he thought of his next best move. Finding nourishment would be the obvious thing to do, perhaps marking the small area he hoped to claim for himself for the time being.
These were all things he procrastinated about, as what little heat that penetrated through the canopy above warmed his salt and pepper back, leaving him content. He wondered about where his brothers might be now, the four twins and his eldest brother Roy, whom despised Baron's name for him.
What now? Baron stretched, muscles flexing under his medium length fur, which still held residue of the mud from his dig, as he stood to his full height, brown-cinnamon ears reaching towards the sounds of the wood.
The cream fur that was predominant along his musculature was covered in dirt from his task of creating a small home for himself, something that he worked on cleaning as he lay at his dens entrance, piercing yellow eyes attentive to his surroundings as he paused from his task at the slightest of scents or sound. It was his time to be careful without the protection of a pack, he was just a yearling after all and even a strong and practiced yearling could be taken off guard by a group of pack wolves or a large, domineering loner. Baron worked at cleaning his fur for some time, content in having a task to do while he thought of his next best move. Finding nourishment would be the obvious thing to do, perhaps marking the small area he hoped to claim for himself for the time being.
These were all things he procrastinated about, as what little heat that penetrated through the canopy above warmed his salt and pepper back, leaving him content. He wondered about where his brothers might be now, the four twins and his eldest brother Roy, whom despised Baron's name for him.
What now? Baron stretched, muscles flexing under his medium length fur, which still held residue of the mud from his dig, as he stood to his full height, brown-cinnamon ears reaching towards the sounds of the wood.
(This post was last modified: May 25, 2012, 04:12 PM by Baron.)