Deepwood Weald if we shine

Peace on the mountainside let the yearling Ostrega range beyond today. First into the foothills, then across the open fields that edged the range. Antares felt secured enough in his momentary absence to go further still--pressing westward, occasionally angling a harder north with it. A forest of tall trees rose to greet him, eventually, and the dark yearling kept going into its depths carpeted in ferns. He sought to note the prey, or the other wolf traffic. The fresh memory of the cougar his packmates had warded off from the area came with him, too. So, he kept on alert.

He learned swiftly that not all routes through were viable, or all that interesting really. Soon, he took some solace near a small waterway. First it was just a drink, and a brief cool-off, then this loitering keyed him into the pathway the stream granted him. For the time being, he went with it, alternating his travels along in the water itself and just on the shore when the underfoot didn't quite suit him. This carried him on, and he was content enough with the progress that brought so far.

all welcome. late day/not quite dusk, clear skies and warm