March 09, 2018, 06:53 PM
Screech decided to spend some time scouting the territory. There were numerous areas he could not reach; others which had been visited by members of the pack (and thus marked with Rannoch's scent) and he learned quickly where the meeting points were located.
The pack must have formed only recently - Screech couldn't find many caches or dens, and decided to descend along a southern ridge on the hunt for a cave or something for himself. He wondered as he went, pondering if Rannoch and Liffey had found something suitable already, if there might be somewhere communal that the wolves roosted, but in the end was content to spend his time alone in idle speculation.
When the boy came upon a narrow gulley in the rock face he knew to go no further. From this height he could look down across the jagged tree line as the forest vanished in to the mist of the lower reaches, but there was no path leading anywhere unless he did a suicidal jump. He wondered if he could see further if the weather was clear - maybe spy the Caldera on the horizon - but that just made him frown and grow sullen. With a grunt he carefully turned around and began hiking back up the slope, feeling a bit light-headed from the altitude.