Nocturne Summit A sea of clouds

Crowfeather's hunt had given him an opportunity to scout the area. The only downside to this plan had been the mist and fog that had surrounded the area. He had been fortunate to see in a few places where the clinging white clouds were not too dense for him to search through. 

The height they had climbed to had given him a nice view of the lake that had been left behind. It was a good distance, he had thought. Crowfeather never would have believed he'd journeyed that far in a day. It was the first day that he had woken and felt stronger. 

There is a glen just- just out there, he gestured with a nod of his snout to the northeast of where they were. We should be able to make it by nightfall, at least I believe we will. The young wolf's dark ears splayed slightly on his cap. The trek had taken them further than a day's venture from the lake, but he had not been reprimanded for it yet by the silver noble.