Moonspear as dark as the fallen star

It had been snowing steadily for what seemed like hours. When Dirge had retired for the evening it had only begun, dotting what few locations left uncovered with new snowfall. By the early hours of morning those untouched locales were packed full and the paths he normally took were deepening. The ambient silence gave him reason for a slow start; he took his time stretching and drawing in the sights from an unclaimed cave along a rocky stretch. With a passing thought for what a shame it was that he ruined the pristine trail he had set off, swift to suss out a thin ribbon of mountain water. This was not a long venture to some still uncharted area yet unexplored by him; he frequented this spot with others at varying times.

As he drank from the crisp waters, awareness set in. The fugue of lingering sleep whisked itself away, the dullness of his eyes dissipated for a better time. The world before him still laid untouched and full of solitude. It was solitude that gathered his thoughts and left him to peruse them. He wondered how long winter would drag on in these parts, questioned if the weather would abate long enough for a venture elsewhere. Staying in one place for too long had unsurprisingly left him stir crazy, but he was not foolish enough to take day trips unaware of what the weather would be. Getting snowed out somewhere could have easily made the difference between life and death and he quite liked being among the living.

Of course... there was also the matter of events with Moonspear as well. Hydra had filled in the blanks and he had suspected that had been for his own good. His judgments had not gone one way or another however, and as he finished getting his fill of fluids, his thoughts vacated that point for what to do next. He debated seeking out another, though the temptation to suss out Hydra and try and laze through the rest of the morning was there. That didn't seem to difficult a task as she was inclined to be in his company from frequent bout to bout. @Rannoch was an option too, though he wasn't entirely sure what the wolf's schedule was. With a snort and no particular decision, he decided to wander the slope instead—whatever happened would happen.