Blacktail Deer Plateau Under cloud and under star

It wasn't long before Ramsay headed out of Blackfeather Woods once more, this time with a purpose in mind. He followed the river that wound away from their marsh, keeping the high mountains at his right shoulder as he made his way across the foothills. Part of him hoped that by venturing out now and again, he might one day run across his brother; most of him knew this was unlikely, but that didn't mean his trips needed to be fruitless. Maegi had wolves at her side she could trust, even if he was unsure of them. It was high time Ramsay found some friends of his own.

He might not have bothered scaling up to the plateau, but the towpath was an easy one to follow even with his sore ribs. Worn down by the tread of many paws, from the look of it. He spent several long moments bending double so he could sniff at the trail; even months later, the faintest trace of amalgamated scents was there. Some group or other had likely used this as a base at one point, and that meant it was terrain worth investigating.

Ramsay wasn't at all expecting to find anyone else trekking up to the plateau, but he came upon Mali nonetheless. He was lower down, and stopped to observe the dappled youth for a short while before summoning what little social instinct he had and baying a quiet call for the yearling's attention.