Golden Glade Wonders await you just on the other side.

Snow began to flurry as Wayfarer descended the summit and, as she crossed Atautsikut's young borders into the forest below, she wondered how heavily it might coat the earth upon her return. The woods would shield her from the weather for a time.

At once, the rogue lowered her crown. She tested the earth for signs of her comrades having scouted the local area along these unfamiliar trails, but more importantly she looked for the suggestion that outsiders might be close by. Wayfarer was wary of strangers, more so in a new place that she wasn't yet entirely comfortable with.

She found densites along her route, into which the young Duskfire poked her muzzle with caution. There was no wolf scent to accompany them, not even the musk of fox or badger - whoever might've lived there before were long gone.

Did Alphas rear pups in this glade? How old would they be now? Where might they have gone? It was normal for their kind to travel, to up and move when resources ran scarce, so she found herself hoping that they'd been gone long enough for the land to rejuvenate and accommodate her own family's recent relocation.