11-29-2010, 12:18 AM
Davyn felt antsy in the evenings now that he felt better, and so he found himself roaming the packlands, learning where everything was, and trying to avoid annoying the other wolves. His favorite place as of yet was a lone tree overlooking a large field. With the snow gently falling this beautiful night, the shadows draped over the limbs of the tree like curtains.
He curled up at the base of the tree, raising his face to the sky, letting the snowflakes kiss his fur and linger there. He wanted to remember his family from the south, but he had a feeling that someone would have to trigger the memories for him. He only dimly remembered someone, a female perhaps, that he should come to Phoenix Valley if anything bad happened. She, whoever she had been in his life, had told him that the wolves here were really accepting. So far, they had been. He could only hope for the best here on out.
He curled up at the base of the tree, raising his face to the sky, letting the snowflakes kiss his fur and linger there. He wanted to remember his family from the south, but he had a feeling that someone would have to trigger the memories for him. He only dimly remembered someone, a female perhaps, that he should come to Phoenix Valley if anything bad happened. She, whoever she had been in his life, had told him that the wolves here were really accepting. So far, they had been. He could only hope for the best here on out.