Time was quickly passing along and the wolf pup was coming into his own. His purple and orange-ticked fur was thick as winter was upon them. The forests of Taiga held no magic or temporal climate to shield the inhabitants from the harsh cold. He'd have it no other way though.
His interaction with the gold filly had proven much to him. One, he needed to improve his hunting skills and two, he wasn't very brave. Both things were crucial to his existence.
His lengthening stride moved him effortlessly across the pine forests. His paws calloused now so that they did not puncture as easily by the fallen bed of needles. His bushy tail trailed behind him as angular ears were alerted forward by a difference in the distance. He slowed to a sudden halt, deep amethyst eyes looking to the distant treeline. The growth gave way from enormous pines to barren trees. He had never been this far northeast. The new terrain intruiged him so with much bravery he again moved forward...
These woodlands were scattered with trees of all sizes. Some held pine-needles but most were nothing but bare sticks rising up from the ground. A slight snow brought a thin veil of white underneath the trees. He trots forward still as the scenery changes. Leathery nose finding new scent after new scent. It was a tad overwhelming for the young wolf. Some he could make out as simple vermin. A mouse trail here and rabbit tracks there. Something bigger stirred in the wind though.
His view cut through the dense gathering of trunks to spot movement not far off. He bounds behind a birch tree to peer out at the creature(s). Masses of greys and browns running wildly about. Similar to size in the equines like his mother but sporting head dresses that he has never seen before. His triangular head tilts in wonder as his pink tongue pants between open jaws. Jaws lined now with sizeable canines and jagged incisors. He was much too small and inexperienced to take down such massive prey but that didn't hinder him from creeping forwards for a better look. Had he not been so intruiged by the galavanting elk he may have seen the snow-colored horse looking onward. Ears flickering in his direction as leaves crunch beneath his paw...
C Y R U S
The Spirit Wolf
@[Moonfeather]