oathkeeper3

Timber This is in first person of my fursona Timber. I walk alone.  I try to find her and continue my search. This is intentional. I love the way I live. I love my solitude. I am Timber, a grey wolf. I do not have a pack but am trying to find a mate first. I have only been in my birth pack and I was not treated well. I left at one year and a half. I have been traveling the world. This is my story. I opened my eyes. It was morning. I looked around and everyone was awake already. I must have slept in. I got up and stretched, sniffed the morning air, and walked over to the river to get a drink. As I bent over to get a drink, I saw