[private] The wolf's just a puppy - Greta

[Cyneric]

Cyneric

the Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept

His time in Tephra had been enjoyable, but the magic was draining him physically and mentally - while he liked the girl who enjoyed the company of a pack, part of him knew it was her who sapped him, even if she didn't mean to. No, he left one day when she was out and about with others, and when he finally reached the river for a refreshing drink, he slept for hours and hours.

Dawn broke with a crisp, a late winter-effect in spring, he supposed. His nose picks up several prey-like scents, a habit he has never separated from his wolf shape. Now, the bay wanders towards the river's edge, finding a low river bank to drink some of the cool water. Looking up, he noticed the mountain peaks in the distance, and wonders for a moment if it's melting glacier water he's drinking.

With a shake of his crest, he bows back to the water again, dismissing the thought. His galaxy-marked foreleg moves forward, bringing him deeper into the river, and his dark tail brushes away most of the flies that are coming back to life after the cool night. Perhaps, he thinks, he should investigate and find a new pack to run with, but in the moment he isn't bothered to find one immediately. The summer is coming first, after all; plenty of grass and prey alike. The future may be open, but it sure is looking bright.

@[greta]