Running. It was a fundamental part of his life both in human form and in wolf form and there was absolutely no better place to run than in the words where the terrain was constantly changing and the trees were mere obstacles placed within his way. The woods of the small town were no different than the ones from back home, granted they seemed a bit smaller and more cramped. What he hadn’t expected to find during his run, however, was a trailer, set up near the forest at the entrance of the town, curiosity peaking within him as the scent of other wolves rose through the air and brows knitted together slightly as he slowed his movements, soft pants falling from his lips as his hands fell against his hips, stopping to lean back against a tree as he attempted to catch his breath for a moment before the sound snapping twigs nearby caught his attention and his gaze snapped up instantly towards the source, a male emerging from the brush as Christofferson straightened himself up. “Just passing through,” he offered, hands rising to show he meant no harm. “Was about to head back into town actually, just stopped to take a breather.”