He was so terribly lonely. The eerie woods seemed rather devoided of life where he looked and with the snow falling there was little hope he'd find any fresh scents to pester. The once lively Chamomile seemed rather dull. He still bounded through the area though, wasting precious energy that a loner could only afford to use so much of.
But his features seemed to blossom into something excited when he caught the scent of a border.
"More friends!" He eagerly whispered to himself. Had this been the place Seven had told him (little) about? Chamomile had certainly headed south. Or so he had last he recalled. It had been rather hard to tell where exactly he was going with all the fog, snow and similar trees.
Perhaps if everything went well - and these wolves were to become new friends - he could stick around for a bit. Eager to see a new face his head tipped back and sent out a warm, friendly call.
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