Old Orchard

Old Orchard

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Remnants of a great orchard kept by two-legs, this great orchard has nearly every kind of fruit available making it rich with possums, birds and other animals that enjoy fruit. Naturally where there is prey there are wolves, though care must be taken to avoid the remnants of the two-leg tools and buildings that are littered about the area.

It was mid to late afternoon by the time he'd made the trek back home, he'd found the orchard within his first month of being released here and had quickly made it his base. There was always plenty of prey and some of the old half fallen down buildings made good dens that most wolves would likely stay away from, perking his ears at the sight of sparrows and black birds helping themselves to the apples that had fallen off one of the trees. Connors tail started to wag, in a way still very much a pup despite everything the Iberian wolf bounded forward and with a hoarse almost dog like yap chased them off just for the sake of it. Doing that a few times always destressed him, inspecting the apples laying on the earth he tried one and pulled a face at the sour taste, making a note to himself not to eat green apples even if they looked ripe, he took a refreshing drink out of one of the troughs that was still able to hold water. Concrete was quite weather resistant it seemed, snapping at the water until his front end was quite drenched, the young wolf found a patch in the shade to flop down in and listen to the noises of the birds and bees going about their business.