Whitefish River be sure to treasure it

This time when Antares went out this way, the weather was a little better. The skies had cleared for an instant, so he had pushed his travels into a hotter pace and set out to reach the riverside where he knew a pack once reigned. Suspicions on prior scouting attempts had already led him to believe that the pack was no more, and neither had he unearthed any sign of that youth's lost sibling. None of it was boding all that well to him, and it was looking more and more like they had accidentally welcomed a young charge into their lot. And now, of all times. Antares was feeling like an entire mess about the whole thing, and so, it manifested in restlessness.. which at least he put to good use by getting out here on it.

Still, it would likely be another trip back with no good news, but he would try. After he traced a lurking trot beside the river and continued to find nothing interesting, he raised a low note of a howl up to ask if anyone knew about Kaistleoki, Connor, Howl, or Shiloh. He only had vague names to go by, so it was the best he had, though it really felt like wasting his breath on the wind.

Other than that, once he quieted, he returned to looking around the snow-coated landscape while he was here.