Blackfeather Woods lay your hands on me while i'm bleeding dry

The paled loner shook his head softly. "I understand," he said, not that he had anticipated a reward. Food would have been nice, but one look at Cicero told him they had none. Even he teetered on the edge, and to the point to worry Inari some. "There is nothing to hunt in the mountains either, or even to their north and east. Bare. Even I cannot stay there any longer," he explained with a big sigh. He was withering away and worse than his usual. While he had been so reluctant to sever his very few ties to the general location, push had come to shove. Inari knew. "I am headed south, I believe. Maybe west, too.. if it works." he added. Maybe there he could do better.

He had to do something that wasn't this. Nothing kept him here, exactly, but he had no leads on where he should go. Very few wolves had made a real impression on him (Warbone, Steady, and Cicero were about the whole of it) and he certainly had not made progress on his personal goals either. Moving on aimlessly was, sadly, his best bet.