Ravensblood Forest Smart SOBs

@Reek @Reek @Reek 

Away. Again.

The fresh air was a wonderful, marvelous thing. He roamed without reason, save of course to feel the earth pass beneath his feet. There was something so wonderful about looking over one's shoulder and seeing the feet, yards, miles behind them. Distances well travelled. Scene changes. Filling in the dark spots on the mental map. The picture was slowly coming together. He'd know this land soon enough. 

He went this way. Northeast. He'd not yet ventured in that direction by this specific route. Silvertip Mountain was that way, he knew. He'd been approached by their alpha and almost recruited. That way? The scents shifted, revealing ownership by one of the few packs he'd not spent too much time pondering. He avoided it, narrowly, sticking to the thin strip of neutral territory as he slipped between their ranges. 

What he found was more forest. Mm. How he loved him some trees. They were why he'd turned away from the barren north and returned south. He had a weakness for woods. He knew them. Mostly. He knew the way the woodland creatures roamed between their holes. He understood their patterns and secrets. He knew how the trees would flesh out during the summer and sleep during the winter. He knew much, but there was something Tonravik had said that made him realize he did not know all. 

He wandered and pondered.