Broken Antler Fen It's all there in the gospels

While the weather had begun to improve slightly, the hunting situation hadn't, and with the pack's numbers dwindling, Jackalope found himself again possessed by the urge to range and wander away from an established territory. Not that he sought to abandon his packmates- though the idea had begun to settle in his mind, given the fact that so many others had wandered off as well. The wails and howls of wolves from the Glen had haunted their forest- quiet, but mournful nonetheless. He suspected something might've happened to them- but he didn't want to get involved, so he avoided the Glen altogether as he made his way South toward the mountains. 

He knew to avoid the tall peak of Moonspear, as he had no interest in crossing paths with wolves from that strange alliance, as he felt they might be to blame for the prey shortage. Too many packs in one area- it made him grumpy. So he set out in search of a meal and had been tracking a rabbit when he discovered the unmistakeable tracks and markings left behind by a wolf claiming a territory range. He sniffed the scents, and meandered about in the area, dithering along the borders so that he might get an idea of how many wolves were living in the area- hoping to go unnoticed as he gathered what information he could about the pack.