Mount Apikuni And faded through the brightening air

Despite living in Saltwinter, the majority of his time was spent roaming outside its territory. Perhaps it was the nomadic nature he had adopted over his lifetime of fleeing and moving; Jackrabbit could not stay in one place for very long. Yet, nothing about his journeys away suggested he was in any position to abandon Saltwinter, regardless of the unreasonable pack mates, the boy quite liked the seaside home. Not that he would admit it, however. Any attachment he made known to the rest of the world had always proved to backfire, as if they very proclamation of his happiness was cursed. In fact, it most likely was. Perhaps, that too was a factor in his constant roaming, for her could not settle long before some disaster or other struck and he was send packing again. While he was almost confident that Fate could not find him at the edge of the world, there was a shimmer of doubt in him that he was not about to take chances with. Climbing higher than he had come before, he rested atop mountains that reminded him similarily of Silvertip, though he knew it was not. Perhaps, he would have continued to think of his biological family and the sad events of his early life, had he not come across a particularily displaced looking woman, crying, or something of that sort. 

"What's wrong with you?" The boy blatantly inquired, no touch of sympathy within his tone. The woman had herself on the ground, head seemingly buried as far as it could get between her paws and into the dirt; a position Jack had done himself many times before through his early life. Whatever weighed on the woman's mind had to be something heart-wrenching, sorrowful and emotionally evoking; various things Jackrabbit had no interest in hearing. Yet, it did not feel right to him to just leave her there. While he knew there was little he could do at all, the woman being much older than himself, he had to at least make sure she wasn't about to go off herself, before he quickly made his retreat. Curious and slightly suspicious eyes rested on the woman, though he wasn't sure she could see him in her buried state. She looked quite pathetic, if he had to admit, though not that he would say it aloud. The situation he had managed to wind himself up in was one he had witnessed too many times before, that perhaps, his unwillingness to simply leave the woman to her own thoughts was caused by the fact she seemed a mirror image of his state a few months ago.