Emberwood retracing his steps over and over

wintersbane gives a wide berth to moonspear which makes his journey to the territories at the heart of teekon wilds longer than he'd originally wanted it to be. he supposes that time-tables aren't really a concern: he has no where to be and no one that's expecting him. he's a vagabond once again. a lone outlaw left to no one's rules but those of his own creation. it's nice. he's missed it ...being in charge of himself, that was. playing the role of 'good subordinate' had became stagnant to him. he'd tried it and had failed at it. it was good for sharpening skills as a 'rogue' to avoid suspicion. complacency and obedience ...but those were not things that wintersbane naturally was.

the emberwood's a serene territory. no scent trails of large predators: no bears, no mountain lions that he can presently smell and the aspen and coniferous trees offer blissful shade from the onslaught of the hot summer sun. he crosses the trail of a doe and a fawn and tucks it away for later knowing that eventually the doe will leave her fawn in a place she believes to be secure for a couple of hours and will thus open up a window of opportunity for him; ultimately, though, he keeps moving forward with no real destination in his mind other than heading towards the heart of the emberwood.