Little Goat Mountain Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?

Alright, so the forest wasn't home to many. This wolf came from the other side; that meant the pair Glaukos had left behind were safe enough to stay there within the forest and not be targeted. He looked in the direction that the other wolf motioned and wondered about the specific forest she spoke of, and remembered only the valley of the bear, where he had been born; if he had passed through the Blackfeather at any point he could not remember it.

Noted, he answered, nodding and making the mental note. The rain would keep him there for a little bit longer, but then Glaukos would have to plot his next path, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to remain among these mountains for long. The storm would pass and leave the paths slick.

He wasn't much of a conversationalist either.