The sun had began to rise in the horizon, the starry sky with the break of phoenix gold over the crust of the earth, without obstruction as he entered the Teekon Wilds. The Celtic had not direction, no true destination. The Soothsayer moved at his own leisure, conquering with each step he took. Action without a plan. It had sounded rather grand as he had thought of it, disentangling himself from rules and regulations; following only his own. Hemingway paused, glimpsing up at the sky. There was no sign of any foreboding weather in the immediate future and the Innisfree intended to make good of the day. He was weary from his traveling and he desired more than a mere few hours light slumber but did not want to fall into a deep slumber without the protection and shelter of a pack. It was not guaranteed that visions would come with heavy slumber no more that he could say with certainty that they wouldn't come. Nevertheless, it wasn't a bet he was willing to make.
It had been the dreams that had led him this eventuality. This vagabound lifestyle he had adopted while wearing the crown of the loner. He had dreamed of aimless wandering and now as he chased down the rising sun he found that they hadn't been wrong. There was a deep sense of purpose to be found in these lands, so very far from Bugloss Bend as he was. He simply had yet to discover it, figuring that it would come to him in the dreams that made him a soothsayer or he would reach some sort of conscious epiphany. Pace quickened with the desire to at least speak to a nearby pack before the sun reached it's highest point in the sky when the day would be at it's hottest point.
Violet eyes touched the landscape around him as he continued north pausing when he approached pack borders. He paused a fair distance from the borders, keeping a respectful distance between his body and their scent markers before he sent out a howl calling for one of their leaders.