Heron Lake Plateau He will never be satisfied

@Phiipa! <3

Silvertip Mountain was in a small bit of turmoil. Wolves dead, pups left. They would survive, eventually rise past it all. Steady made a great alpha; Krypton an excellent second-in-command. Yet Phocion felt a yawning hole within. Something was missing. He just didn't know what.

One morning, he took off, a white blur across the landscape. He did not know to where he was running, nor why. All he knew was that the urge to travel, to explore, gnawed at him more than ever, and so he sailed down the mountain and onto the plains, picking his way through the Teekon Wilds for hours at a breakneck pace.

When it seemed he had traveled half the world, he came across a rather big lake and began to drink from the water, panting from his efforts. Birds chirped cheerfully in the woods; they were beginning to return to Teekon en masse, which was a good sign for the remainder of the ecosystem. Phocion allowed himself to close his eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth of the day and the coolness of the water on his tongue.

He finished lapping and sat on his haunches, still breathing slightly heavily from his long run. He allowed himself to relax a bit, yet kept wary. He had not smelled pack scents since he had skirted Donnelaith's territory, but he didn't know who--or what--could be lurking in the dark woods to the south.