Blacktail Deer Plateau I once threw beer at a swan and then it attacked my niece Rebecca

dated for 03/13. pretty vague

The mountains were lonely, beyond Diaspora. No one really seemed to be living there. It was only when he began to descend that he noticed two things: the vast ocean emerging on the horizon, and the scent of wolves in greater numbers than one. Timberlake took the time to admire the former, having never really taken stock of it. Then, he decided to pursue the latter.

He approached the plateau still hoping for good news, but not expecting it. He could hear the not-so-far-off sound of waves and thought that was where he would go next. Play in the water, try his paw at catching some sea fish. That might improve his mood somewhat.

For now, Timberlake howled for any relevant leaders or wolves, feeling as if he'd done it a thousand times already. Pretty much had—he'd lost track. He was becoming a glorified scout at this rate.