Silvertip Mountain compass, point me anywhere

Though the howl had been meant for the alpha, Day wasn't too far from the source of the sound. He knew he shouldn't butt in, but maybe he could help? It was a terrible excuse, but he'd had nothing to do for several days, now, and hunting just wasn't cutting it anymore as his one-and-only passtime.

So I'll be a busybody, he thought cheerfully, dragging himself to his feet and indulging in a long, comfortable stretch. When his back had popped all it was able and his yawns no longer came so close together, he shook off his coat (fuzzy grey undercoat flew everywhere) and was off. It did not take long to find Steady speaking genially with Anita. They were out in the open, and the conversation didn't appear to be too intense. Day approached without much caution, though he showed the proper deference to his alpha.

"The Hinterlands?" he asked, his heart skipping strangely as the words slipped from Anita's tongue. He hadn't been there since - since he'd lost that little wolf. The friendly one, the crazy one. The one he'd failed to help. He kept meaning to go back, just to look around, see if she could be found... This had to be a sign. "You're going there?"