The Sunspire and his apologies come early

Before long the boy is too tired to tell which way is which, and he has been trawling the lower reaches of the mountain's hilly range for hours. He thinks about returning to Ravensblood and pleading for further aid, but the thought of grovelling to Constantine makes his heart turn to steel. He relents in his quest only when the scent of wolf greets his snout; the markings along the ridge are fresh but he is too tired to recognize many details. It isn't a singular scent either - there are layers, as if someone has been by recently to reinforce a fresh claim. Screech feels a touch of hope, and he plants himself near to one such marker, confident that he's found what he has been hunting for.