Lone Star Mountain forget this day

It had been a while since he had come back to the Wilds.  Courtfall had been kind to him — despite the scarcity of the food, he was able to catch enough to remain as fat as ever — and it boosted his spirits to have his sister nearby.  He hadn't visited her since he had settled in, and he thought that sooner or later he should remedy that.

He made his way from the north end of Courtfall and climbed down the mountain from there.  It was easier to go the long way to Uaine Gorsedd, even with all the extra miles, than to scale the entire other mountain that sat between them.

The hours alone reminded him of his way here.  He had spent so long divorced from pack life that he almost missed scouting, in a way.  Courtfall was nice — it was home, for now — but it could not offer him the same freedoms as wandering always had.

He almost didn't see her.  He was so deep in his thoughts and she was nearly the same colour as the overturned stone.  But she moved and for a split second his heart caught in his throat.  He remembered precious little about his fall, but if the ground beneath him were to give way again...

But that wasn't it, was it?  Shame rose in his cheeks.  How could he be so frightened?  It was just another wolf, and thus far another had never done him wrong.

Oh, hello, he called.  Careful, if you're headed that way.  There are some places that aren't quite stable yet.