Stone Circle two-thousand miles and one left turn

It'd taken him only a day-and-a-half to reach the edges of Easthollow; he'd been able to spot the ridges next to them from his mountain, and from there, he'd kept up a steady jog. Something like excitment had been welling up in him ever since the start of his journey, but now that he was standing at the borders, he couldn't bring himself to call for either of his 'friends'.

He stood frozen for a long, endless moment, looking into the snowy field that Amber and Grayday called home. The pups were almost certainly born right now, but Dag wondered... had any survived? Could they somehow have been his, despite everyone's knowledge and certainty? He decided that he would not know until he saw them, until he looked on them with his own eyes. Only then would he know.

"@Amber," he chuffed, calling into the territory and hoping she was near enough to hear. He did not feel like running into any strangers, and more than that, he did not feel like running into Grayday. But, after a moment, he remembered his manners, and preparing himself, he called for @Steady as well, knowing that the alpha would want to know who was around his lands.