Porcupine Ridge outcomer

@Summer

The rocky ridge was dangerous enough for most creatures. Kierkegaard had taken in to account the vast expanse of jagged stones and crumbling fixtures and had decided that it was not in his best interest to attempt to scale the rough stretching ridge. Kierkegaard was not a wolf without risk. Oftentimes he was careless and thoughtless in his attempts, but he was also very aware of his limits. The ashen male had been inside of the Teekon wilderness long enough to know that there was danger there, even in the landscapes. And he remained a loner. While he was used to the lifestyle, it meant that he was lacking in prey animals, and his strength was diminished. If he had attempted to scale the rocks of the ridge, the likelihood that he would fall to his death was far too high for him to risk it. So, he took to the ground and the lower surfaces along the base of the ridge. Leaping across a small gap between flat stones, Kierke landed with a quite huff of breath. His gaze lingered on the stretch of terrain at his front and he breathed a heavy sigh. In the air, he could taste the scent of a nearby pack, but he was certain that he had managed to evade its borders well enough. He was an outcomer to those lands; someone who was nothing more than a passing stranger. While Kierkegaard had never been interested in a pack life, he did wonder what had drawn all of those wolves to the Teekon wilds. Lowering his head, Kierke prowled forward and settled his gaze on a young mountain goat, desperately attempting to scale the harsh ridge. He was not certain that he could handle taking the young prey animal alone, and silently wished that his sister had taken to traveling with him.