Morningside Cuesta conveniently misplacing the steps that i've been taking

If someone had asked, he couldn't say what brought him here. Though, there was no one around to ask him anything, and he didn't know where "here" was, anyway. It didn't particularly matter, so long as there was shelter nearby and plenty of game to run down. Past the river to the south, he expected to find both.

A dismal gray stretched unbroken over the horizon while a thin fog rolled low over the frosted ground. He pointed his nose to the air and soured at the smell of fresh snowfall.

Best to keep pressing forward, then. With a steady but unhurried pace, he made his way towards the tree line.