Emberwood [m] Lynchpin

A trip to the coast had him follow his nose along the shore, picking up little offerings left behind when the tide went out, but when it began to come back in, he'd wandered North along the coast enough that when he turned to rove inland, he didn't realize he'd begun to cut his way through a different pass, North of a very different set of mountains. He knew he'd crossed a river at one point, but he'd thought that it had been along the coastline, not this far into the grasslands, which had begun to come to life as the snow had melted. There were still mountains on either side of him, which was nothing out of the ordinary. But when he did take a moment to look up to see if Moonspear looked any different from this angle- he realized that he wasn't looking at Moonspear at all. Lone Star Mountain was a part of the mountain range to the North of the Great Bear Wilderness- and he'd forgotten that while travelling along the beach, he'd need to turn back and head South before working his way inland. 

But he wouldn't panic. He could find his way home, of course, though he wasn't sure he liked the look of this new line of mountains. It looked like it would be a lot of work to climb his way through him- so he might as well find somewhere to settle for the night, and began looking for a secure place to hole up for the night in a forest in the foothills. While roving through the grasslands, he'd happened upon a fawn that couldn't have been more than a couple hours old, tucked down in the yellowed grasses that hadn't even had the chance to grow up pat the creature's ears. A very premature birth- and whether its mother was off feeding or she had left it behind to bleat softly because it was too small wasn't obvious. But the wolf was a predator, with a merciful enough soul that he wouldn't let it suffer. 

He carried the tiny thing with him to the woods, found a soft spot in a bed of fallen leaves from the previous Autumn, and began to enjoy his small meal while he watched the sun motes dance on the golden streaks of late daylight that pierced through the trunks of the trees.