Blacktail Deer Plateau wake like pendulum swinging in circles

OOC: Nearby Black Deer Plateau's southeast borders-- not threatening to encroach on them, but near enough to smell there's a pack there.

Continuing to follow the flow of Whitefish River, Leon found himself traveling northwest. Eventually, Leon had crossed the river to come out in the flatlands on the other side. Continuing to wander aimlessly to the northwest, he had a mountain to one side, the other to the other and a clearly marked pack border directly in front of him. He'd either have to climb the mountain or cross the river again to continue on this path and avoid trespassing.
The Hughes man was naturally a hardass rebel, but he has respect for the borders of packs. He wouldn't trespass because he wasn't a piece of shit. But he was very curious... this was the first pack he'd come across since coming to the Wilds. He wanted to inspect it and see what it was, what they had to offer... the temptation to go up to the borders and call for someone was strong, but he stood back; resisting. His interest was clearly on the plateau and he showed it in his curious posture. Large ears tilted forward, attention rapt upon the high-laid lands covered in green. Could he even get up there from where he was?
Not that he was daring enough to look. Not unless he was invited... but then he'd have a tour guide. That sounded nice. Was that how one scoped out potential homes? He wouldn't know, he'd never been in a pack before. Years had been spent alone or in the solitary company of his brother. But pack life called to him and he was beginning to listen.