Dragoncrest Cliffs the good left undone

A clear cold night after a day spent skirting the neutral spaces (mainly prowling for game and their missing ones' cold trails), and he still couldn't find it in him to unwind properly. And, neither could he pinpoint his unease. Everything was done. Nothing majorly up-heaved or up-ended--no worse than yesterday, or the day prior. Typical, for them. There was still no news from Heda, his daughter roamed the wilds on the cusp of winter, Wildfire's misplaced pups, and the colder nights were doing his shoulder no favors, true, but this seemed to lurk deeper. He just couldn't put it to words--to his irritation, naturally.

So, it all compartmentalized neatly as another matter to brood on as he finally gave up bothering his wife with his tossing and turning and set out into the territory for a slow, moon-draped walk. He thought the quiet might do him some good, even if he didn't know what he wanted from the endeavor (besides peaceful rest after), or who else he would find so late.