Meadowlark Prairie Can't see the stars, but we're reaching

At some point in his independent wandering, Ramsay quit haunting the edge of Spiderling's Glen and began to wander through the dark forest at large, largely unhindered. By now the boy had also begun to take a natural interest in the pack as a whole. He didn't understand the uneasy feeling it gave him when he couldn't identify a strongest smell; that would come much later, when he was well-versed in pack structure. On these treks through the woods, he routinely made note of the various smells, not one standing out above any of the others, and filed them away for later consultation. He could recognize many of the scents, and that gave him some comfort even in his solitude, enough that he feared nothing as he went along.

That day, Ramsay quit the woods entirely. He didn't mean to, but his wandering brought him to the bright edge, past scattered bones and scraps of fur and blood long soaked into the loam but still tangy on the air, and out into a wide open expanse unlike anything he had ever seen. Accustomed as he was to the gloom, he squinted his darkening eyes and wrinkled up his muzzle with the makings of a growl, but didn't retreat back into the dark. Instead, he began to take tentative steps away from the forest, toward that open expanse. Instinct tethered him close enough to run back should he need to, but far enough out that his dark, stunted figure was cleanly visible against the stark white snow.

Ramsay is still relatively close to Blackfeather Woods, but anyone who might be passing by is welcome to see him and/or scream at him! <3