As the sun began to dip below it's peak, the brown male found himself entering a forest. With temperatures growing ever colder, most trees around the land have begun to shed their leaves. And yet, this forest remained green, the trees holding small needles instead of large leaves. The brute welcomed the shade these plants brought, as even with the air being chilled, the sun warmed his pelt more than he would have ordinarily preferred. It had been a few weeks since Bristol had seen other wolves. He couldn't say that bothered him, though it would be nice to have someone to talk to again. He can only monologue so much, and he was honestly growing tired of it.

His amber eyes scanned the horizon, searching the shadows between the trunks. He could smell wolf scent, though it was faint, and not much of it was even fresh. Continuing on, he turned his ears, taking in the sounds of the woods. Her could hear his own paw steps on the few fallen needles, and the branches rustling in the slight breeze. He wasn't able to pick up any sounds of other canines, though. He shrugs, pausing to stretch and sit for a few minutes. He had been walking for a long time, and he deserved a rest.