Blacktail Deer Plateau planetary

On that cold, half-lidded morning, Sirius stirred in the snow tentatively. First he peered around himself thoughtfully, flicking the snow from his ears and whiskers as he blearily took in what he could of his surroundings. He'd taken to traveling at night when it was colder and his steps were quicker, but he often couldn't tell where he was going. This made each morning an event— finally seeing what he couldn't in the dark— and it was the only thing the teen had any joy for these days. Mostly his dawns were inconsequential, but in trying to have a destination, his traveling method was a flawed technique at best and unusable at worst.

Since he had already been traveling (figuratively) blind, Sirius had well overshot his intended destination during his jaunt in the night. He realized his mistake easily enough, but a nibbling at his ear bade him not to backtrack. He looked instead to the range ahead, and solidified his resolve to move forward.

He unraveled his limbs slowly, and stretched the ice from his veins in slow, even flexes. When he was on his feet, he skipped to a trot, keeping his head low and his gaze forward. It wasn't long before the leaner-than-usual young male came to the markings of a plateaued pack barring his immediate way. Keeping the packlands to his distant left, Sirius skirted what he knew to be claimed and continued south with the intent to find his way around.