Maron leapt up onto yet another structure. A few pebbles were sent crumbling down to the ground and he had to scrabble with his back legs so that he stood firmly onto the large slab of brick. His brown paws scattered up the form until he stood at the tallest part, overlooking the mass of rubble. He closed his eyes for a moment and breathed in, expecting only the scent of fading two leggeds and the dusty ruins to hit his senses. The black tips of his ears flickered and his eyelids snapped open as a fresh scent caught his senses instead. It was far off, yet it was still there. Turning, he lifted his scarred muzzle to scent the air once again.
"There," he smirked, leaping to the broken concrete below as his body twisted to the right, "It's a forest, or a small wood, dead ahead." It looked like he finally had a destination after all. Collecting himself, the brown pelted wolf darted across the rubble, bounding from crumbling bricks to concrete ledges and jumping swiftly over shattered glass. He headed directly for where the fresher scent was coming from.
Eventually, the tough three year old bounded over a large piece of metal and skittered to a halt. His paws skidded, making marks in the settled dust as he disturbed it. He breathed out heavily, once, through his nose, as he looked up with an almost awe filled expression. Before him lay greenery; trees, bushes, shrubs, grass; life. It wasn't much but, for a wolf whom had been travelling across barren lands, skirting the borders of ruined cities, it was everything. He stood, transfixed, looking at the wood. He hadn't yet noticed the very recent scents of wolf nearby.
Suddenly a forlorn howl rung through the air and Maron's heart jolted. He hadn't met another wolf since...well, he hadn't known any other wolves expect hsi mother and siblings. He cocked his head to the side, listening for a moment, and tried to decide what to do.
