Sawtooth Spire gonna be alright

It would have been wise for him to keep tabs on the doe. At most, he watched both the mother and her fawn slip through the trees to keep himself entertained; he was hungry of course, but Larus wasn't about to give chase in this new environment until he'd gotten further adjusted to it. Although he felt more at-home here than on the steppes, which was... An oddity unto itself. None of this looked or felt familiar, yet he could've sworn that a mountain had been important to him at some point in his life.

He was oblivious to the other wolf at this moment, but he began to shift through the trees and along the mountain paths in close proximity, watching the doe without any hostility what-so-ever. It would be his guide, for now, until he could remember something of value.