Bitterroot Valley Yeah, right. What're you gonna do, punch me?

He had gone north this time, again on his quest. Though the land he traversed was flat, open, and flowered, it felt ominous. Mostly because he did remember the dark cloud that had at one time come from the nearby volcano. Sometimes it still smoked a little. It was enough to put him on edge, but Spook couldn't go and abandon the duties he'd assigned himself. He had to do stuff for the good of the pack! He just wished whatever there was out there was on his side.

After the Whitebark girl's visit, he thought a little bit more about the flowers here, but just because they were here didn't mean he knew anything about them. Spook was the sort who if everything came alive and suddenly tried to devour him like the plants in Jumanji, he wouldn't be surprised -- scared to heck, but not surprised. Best to see ghosts where there were none, just in case.

And so, his traipsing about was a little tentative, but he still tried to see if someone might be out here today.