Noctisardor Bypass yes i'm a pretty boy

It was the first time since the southern forest and the strange girl and man (and second time since he'd joined Lost Creek Hollow) that Lagon had struck out to the free territories beyond Lost Creek Hollow. In truth, he really didn't have much wanderlust, and as an aspiring guardian it seemed the most logical for him to actually stay in pack lands. After all, it was sort of hard to protect the borders when he was elsewhere in the Teekon Wilds. Still, he didn't exactly wish to be a complete Hollow recluse, either. Though his pack socialization had been lacking a good bit ...the last wolf he'd spoken to was Root or was it Harlyn? Either way, there were still members of the pack he hadn't made the standard introductions with and he'd been there for almost a month and the truth was he, as a social butterfly should at the very least have a name to each face. Right now, so entirely wrapped up in earning the mercenary trade (despite that it was inherently working to benefit both pack and self) he'd let his social responsibilities slip ...and deciding to take a trip outside of pack lands wasn't helping this sort of one track minded procrastination.

Lagon, however, pushed that aside for now. He was no Scout but he'd had a sudden desire to explore a few of the free territories near and around the Hollow. He told himself that it was simply because it was probably a good idea to have, at the very least, something of a rough idea of their layout ...for guardian purposes. Knowledge was power, after all. So Sveinx had made an extensive effort to drill into his son's head, anyway. So he found himself wondering, picking out notable landmarks as he went. It was about mid-day as he followed the twisting Mudminnow River towards Jade Fern Grove and came to a pass between two mountains as to which the river opened into a large, glistening lake that looked like the top was coated in a thin sheet of ice in spots. 

Mahogany red eyes studied the water, pausing to sniff at it once before he loped along it's bank, following it towards the heart of Noctisardor Bypass, the snow crunching under his weight as he moved leaving a trial that he intended to follow back to Lost Creek Hollow (because his lack of scout skills made him a horrendous tracker).