Blacktail Deer Plateau From walking home and talking loads.

@Dawn

He had been a fool to leave this place, and probably an even bigger fool to have returned.

Talion had never belonged in the Teekon, so he wasn't sure what it was that brought him toward their shores once more. He'd arrived there as a yearling, freshly ousted from his mother's pack and almost fearful of all things female. It was in these lands that he desperately sought a place for himself, somewhere he could find who he was and integrate with his own kind, which was all he'd ever wanted.

His time among the wolves of Moonspear was short-lived, but he'd known almost immediately that he could never be one of them. They were strong and brave, protective, fierce, the type that he could only ever hope to compare to. Talion had taken leave from them without a word, as he feared Hydra's sharp tongue should he confess how he truly felt.

Somehow, he survived that Winter. Talion bounced from pack to pack, yearning for the warmth of friendship and family, but years on he'd found nothing long-term. In the approach to real maturity came the strong urge to really settle down, seek a mate and rear a litter, but it seemed females were reluctant to take a coward as a mate. Still, he was hopeful, so his search continued.

He stopped to rest on a familiar plateau that evening, looking out over the valley below as he contemplated his next move.