Thunder Dome Here our dreams aren't made, they're won

His gaze reached over Asterr's shoulder to the retreating wolf once more, who was now nearly at the valley proper, and with that, he decided he'd had enough of the mountain. It was inhospitable and promised injury if he went any higher than this. There was a perfectly lush ridge waiting for him to return to it; though he was curious what lay beyond, the wanderer in him was quashed by his desire for self-preservation.

He turned a half-step only to encounter Capriccio, who brushed against him familiarly. His head ducked and his ears went back as he nipped fondly at a passing shoulder. He stood like that with her for a moment, parallel but facing the opposite way, before making the decision to take his leave of the place. He could no sooner invite Asterr to come along and join the ridge pack than he could ask her name. Capriccio seemed to understand the wolves in this region and their interest in vocalizing with their mouths rather than their bodies, so it was most prudent that he leave any such task to her. Besides, being the Alpha female of the pack, perhaps it was her intent to draw in others, or perhaps she was content to be largely uncontested in her role.

He retreated several steps down the mountain, pausing only to see if Capriccio would follow or would remain with the lone wolf above.

If Capriccio wouldn't follow and/or no one would acknowledge him beyond this point, you can skip Farstep as if he's already left!