With fall coming colder weather was very quickly following and though they would do fine enough in their wolf forms during the winter, he knew that some fires would certainly help. Rather than having chop wood in freezing cold he decided to use this pent of energy via ax to wood. Hand over hand he swung the ax in one swift movement, splitting the wood, two pieces flying off to the side before he grabbing another log lining it up. The rustling of leaves behind him didn’t unnerve him, the alpha not scared of anyone who would wander into his territory. Though they certainly should do so with caution, treaty might be down for the moment that never meant a wolf wouldn’t protect his land. “You got something to say, I suggest spitting it out?” He asks letting out a breath as he slammed the ax down.
“I ahh, I’m lost” Toby confessed, having miscalculated which way to turn at the fork in the road along the hiking trail to the lake. Thus he had unfortunately ended up at the werewolves front door step, a place he’d avoided deliberately.
