Neverwinter Forest errant heat to the star

The strides of the bronze-cloaked figure had carried him a short distance in the expanse of their Great Bear Wilderness. He had not managed to explore nearly enough of it before the lack of prey in the area had caused him to grow weary and somewhat ragged. His mind kept attempting to grasp the idea of survival on his own, but having never placed himself in a solitary situation, Sawyer was coming to a quick end. The mess that had been left of the Teekon Wilds was astounding to him – having never experienced anything of the sort. His respect for the packs that called that area home had been greatly lifted in his time spent wandering there. Ever the optimist, the clement beast had come to the conclusion that he would greatly enjoy an attempt to start a life there.
 
While he had been referenced to the border of at least one pack – Moonspear – he had not been certain about attempting to build a home on a mountain. He’d never been one for precarious drops and sharp angles. Instead, his eyes had sought the stretching trunks and ragged limbs of the evergreens that made home to a large forest. It whispered remnants of his previous home and Sawyer was confident that he would be capable of finding a sense of calm underneath the stretch of pines once again. Once the green returned, it would prove secluded and alluring.
 
His pale limbs moved slowly as he traced the outsides of the forest borders; it had been claimed by a pack, he could ascertain from his prodding and sniffing. After a moment of pause, the golden creature lifted his skull upwards and called to the nearest pack member in hopes that they would be able to make time for him on their borders.