Heron Lake Plateau shouldn't you both be in bed.

Hunger clenched his stomach as Penn Blackthorn trotted lightly across the snow swept plateau. Snow was drifting lightly down from an overcast sky, swirling around the tall, frosted grass he moved through. Oddly enough, he wasn't bothered by it, nor by the hunger. Odder still, he actually sort of liked the snow and the cold that chilled him. Penn didn't often find himself feeling so content or so peaceful. He was far more used to being irritable and restless. It was a teen thing probably. It was a Blackthorn thing definitely.

Not being the introspective sort, the young wolf simply accepted his current emotional state and carried on. He had left the Copse in hopes of finding a meal beyond the borders, but after a couple of unsuccessful hours, he had all but abandoned the effort. He was driven now more by curiosity than anything else. His parents had told him about the Plateau. Had things been different, he would've grown up here instead of in the Copse. The thought intrigued him, and so he continued meandering, seeking out the places that might've been his to see if he preferred them to the places he had gotten instead.