Alpine Lake Hanging memories on the high line poles

He'd promised to stick around, so stick around he did.  After briefly looking for Fern and not finding her, he hunkered down near a nice quiet little lake in a mountain's shadow.  He wasn't keen on the idea of being fettered here for good, but he'd stay long enough for this to die down, to take another visit, and to sort out what the hell came next.

The idea of going north didn't sit well; he'd seen some of the packs up there and honestly wasn't up to the task of convincing anyone why he should be allowed a place in their ranks.  That shit got old real quick; he'd had five years of it and nothing much to show. It was the start of summer; maybe he'd hoof it solo for a while.  That kinda appealed.  Range like he always had and see what turned up.

This lack of plan satisfied his need for a plan, and he stretched in the patch of sun he'd found before reclining for a quick snooze.  Damn he loved summer.