The early morning darkness brought a stilled silence broken occasionally by the soft rumble of thunder on the horizon. Dark, heavy clouds billowed with the promise of rain and haloed by the erratic dance of lightning. Golden orbs looked towards the storm, revelling in the chaotic and dangerous nature that matched his own. Nostrils flared and he breathed in deeply smelling the rain on the air, fresh and new. Long sleek legs tipped with boned hooves sunk softly into the dirt, tracing the stallion’s way through the threshold of this new land. A lone jagged wolf hunting for something he was wasn’t entirely sure of, something he didn’t even realise he needed.

Vale had gotten bored, so terribly bored in the last godforsaken hole he’d been living in, and like he always did when things started to quieten down and he felt like he was getting too settled, he left. Pride would never let him admit it but roaming from place to place always felt like he was in control of at least one thing in his life, one thing that he could decide for himself. Life had been rough from the get-go, but that was being an orphan at a young age for you and besides Vale reckoned he’d turned out alright, good looks and all. He was a cocky bastard, but hey the young wolf felt he’d earned that.

He sobered for a moment pulling himself out of his drifting train of thought, the sun had finally peaked above the horizon enough to lighten the ground and the flickering light of the occasional electric flash from the distant storm formed broken shadows of himself on the ground. A splinted and jagged bone crested towards the sky, a hollowed horn that had seen its fair share of blood. His pale imitation flickered and disappeared and he wondered vaguely what the hell he was even doing here. What was a wolf without his pack, without a family? He hadn’t known the comforts of kin since he was barely a yearling. Flashes of soft brown eyes or a warm baritone voice assaulted his dreams occasionally and he wondered if he was remembering them at all or if it was just the thoughts of desires that provoked those pictures. But his parents were long gone and maybe this train of thought needed to go with them.

Vale shed the last clinging spider-web of thought and turned his golden gaze towards the brightening gap between the trees. His wolfish grin flashed in the on-coming dawn and as he made his way under the canopy of boughs, he wondered just what kind of trouble he could get himself into this time.