Off on his own for the first time, a gray wolf slows to a stop, standing on a flat boulder among many others. He was a gray and white pelted wolf. His tired and dark olive eyes looked on ahead at the landscape, he stood at the heart of a steep rocky hillside. He could see an arduous path ahead of him, knowing he would have to carry himself carefully among these rocks of all shapes and sizes. It was apparent he was tired from here, he seemed to have traveled for quite a while from the way he held himself currently. Past that were tall pine trees in the dip of the mountainside, the rising sun had barely reached the tips of the deep green crowns in an orange hue. Upon further inspection, a soft glistening body of water rested in the center of the valley in a '*C*' shape. Overhead along the mountain peaks was a small flock of geese traveling the way the wind was blowing. Along with that, the fresh earthy scents of the mountain sides were carried by the brisk morning wind, which caused the wolf to choose to continue on this way.
The silver wolf reached his way down the rocky mountain side, with minor slips and lucky balance, the dispersal male reached the flatter surface of the valley, the rocks leveled out into less than pebbles under the tall grass that grew here. Each step sent insects leaping away from the early morning disturbance. His outer coat was damp from walking through the dew covered plants, though the wolf seemed unphased. He raised his head to see just over the tall green grass, hurrying his pace over to the silvery rocky shore of the small lake. The wolf dipped his paws into the gravelly edge of the water, letting his sore feet get wet. He paused to look at his own reflection in the dark chilly water before bending to lap it up. Even from the quick drink, the wolf's tired eyes shown more spirit in them already. He raised his head, looking on as the sun slowly rode higher into the sky. His ears perked up as he saw a flash of a dark fish leap from the dark water. The gentle breeze sent the pine trees swaying, and everything here was tranquil and elegant. Leaving his spot at the lake, the wolf walked through the treeline to further discover the area.
This was the perfect home.This was where he chose to build a pack of his own, perhaps a pack that will be known for it's elegance, a pack that stories will be told about in generations on, or simply a humble sancuary for wolves to thrive in.
He was certain of it. Out of excitement for this discovery and making a final decision, the gray wolf couldn't contain his hyper state as he broke into a fit of zoomies along the dew covered plant life, weaving around the young pine trees and leaping uphill with glee.
