Mount Apikuni it's always summer, they'll never get cold

With Curran's pelt freshly cleaned of the wetland mud, his mood was greatly improved—he decided to remember that. "When you're feeling blue," he murmured to himself, "Take a bath." He knew there was a pack that lay beyond the lake, but his old restlessness got the best of him... besides, as desperate as he was to find a home, the idea still made him a little anxious. At least if he explored a little more, he could keep himself convinced that he was making progress toward his goal and buy some additional time.

Because deep down, Curran wondered if he could even function as a normal pack member. Always, he had spent only just enough time in a pack structure to thank them and repay them for allowing him their protection—but then he would move on, wandering aimlessly until he needed the security of a pack once again. This time, though, was different. He would be making a permanent decision, or so he believed. He skirted around the base of a mountain he did not know the name of, searching for a path through the range of sawtooths—his curiosity got the best of him, now, for surely there was something interesting on the other side.