Duskfire Glacier uncharted territory is a good place to be in.

The urine absorbed quickly in to the root of his fur. It had been relatively fresh where it had puddled but now it dried to the warmth of his skin and the heat of summer sun upon him. Now that he carried the weird smell with himself, Arius wondered if he could find anything else to collect - or maybe he should return to the den; but his thoughts were fleeting things with no beginning or proper end. 

He was held together by his imagination, which itself was poorly formed at this stage of his life. As he wormed around in the dirt there came a new smell, vaguely familiar in the way that all Duskfire wolves were familiar (for carrying Wintersbane's mark upon them). It wasn't a smell he could follow with his nose down in the dirt, but that was the only way he'd managed to find anything so far, and so he continued with that style of tracking. Besides, anytime Arius had witnessed the adults doing their patrols, they often stooped low like this.

As he emerged from the foliage to cross the path that Meerkat was on, Arius' attention didn't shift. He didn't see her and didn't know to look up. His steps were high and emphatic, as he tried to keep from tripping on roots or debris, or anything like that. It all made for a curious sight - as if he belonged in the Ministry of Silly Walks.