Duskfire Glacier Fallen empire

Since sliding his way into the ranks of the Sleeping Dragon, he had stayed there on the mountainside because it was easiest and he wanted to get to know the place. He had acclimated a bit, done a minimal bit of socializing, and largely stayed much the same as he had been but now he had some sort of attachment worth sticking around for. At least it was a marked improvement over traveling aimlessly through winter's long days, so for that, he picked up some semblance of a routine.

Yet today, he found himself motivated to rove abroad, but knows he isn't going far. His path meanders its way steadily to a swatch of land he's never put his paws on before, and he delves steadily deeper. The history of it all is lost on him and all he can note now are signs of prey, predators, and otherwise.

Eventually he begins to smell a water source, so moves towards it. Along the way, he notices the hints of a trail a bit more interesting than what he's run across so far.

Coming from a pack he realized to be largely dominated by female scents, he first thinks it may be a pack mate.. but a few steps of further investigation trigger nothing familiar that he's smelled around the Dragon so far. However he knows his assessment may not be flawless, so he moves closer, to the lake and the unknown female all at once to find out more. He's purposeful in his approach and zeroes his mismatched eyes in on her the second he spies the silhouette.