Luneshale Pass vibe control

attn @Soto

After his brief run-in with Vermouth, Bruno spends the night under the open, starry sky. There is something about it that comforts him. When he arises the next morning it is to a cloudy sky with a gentle breeze. The sun slowly begins to make its way over the horizon, and soon it bathes the world in a drab grey, blotted out by the clouds.
He sets his sights on the pack mentioned by Vermouth, large paw pads keeping him moving eastward. Soon enough, he comes to the unmistakable, albeit a little weak, markings of a pack. He stops to sniff at a spot where the ground has been scratched, a marker of this pack's claim.