[/html]Oak had found the eastern lands beyond his pack’s home to be plentiful ones. He yearned to travel further, and his steps took him beyond the human’s city and into the land he had explored and hunted in the weeks past. The Dreamer had not traveled much further then this, knowing that the Sugarwoods that would inevitably lead him to the lands of Inferni. He was not a fan of the coyote pack, though it was a bit of bad blood that mixed between he and the other children of Gabriel that made him feel a tinge of bitterness. It soured his mouth at the thought of it. They did not accept him, nor his brothers, as the tree-named trio would accept them. It was such a difference that he saw in the raising of pups, Anu had done her best. And as a result her sons were open minded and respected those that deserved it full-heartedly.
The russet wolf gave a huff at the thought, shaking his head to dismiss the past and half siblings that scorned him. He knelt to the ground, dark fingers touching the cold trail of a deer. It had stepped there a day ago, its scent light and fleeting. The land would not be as plentiful as he had hoped, and found no reason to shift down to his hunting form. Instead he flicked at the near branch of a tree, thoughts wandering as fluidly as he pace.
It was not long before his ears twitched, picking up the sound of a instrument. Oak paused, the scent of water had come to him some time before but now he trailed it as he did the music. The lake had been the site of the Winter Festival, but the merchants had long packs up their goods and left the lands. It was peaceful, Oak noticed as he caught a glimpse of water through the trees, when the world was returned to it’s rightful state. Glancing to his left the Dreamer noticed the origin on the tune. Curious, as his was his nature, Oak turned and made his way towards the stranger.
Once he was close enough, a friendly distance still between them, Oak gave a wave and spoke, Hello there.