Silvertip Mountain The end of the line

@Steady, for a bit of counseling!

Ezekiel trotted along through Felsig Forest, admiring the returning greenery. He'd always loved green forests, especially on sunny days. Mostly because there wasn't much forest at Winter's Bluff, so any chance he got to explore a dense forest he took. His old pack had been all rough mountains a few evergreens. And it was always snowing. Here was hot and he wasn't sure he liked that aspect. The rest was great though. As he walked, he began to think about what else he wanted to do with his life. It was a random thought, but something that made sense to think about.

He was already a mercenary, he had a great pack and a good position. He had friends, which he thought he'd never have. He needed more hobbies. He loved patrolling and napping, but what else was he good at. He was a pretty shitty hunter, and he didn't like learning knowledge stuff. Perhaps he could do something helpful. Like counsel. Would he be good at it though? He'd find out soon enough. He stopped to rest on top of a mound of moss and leaves, and began to lick his paws.