Great Bear Wilderness what a shame we all became.

He's actually quite close to Lake Rodney o:

His hunt for the Caldera was taking far too long. Every day that passed made him more and more uncomfortable with it. Only Lasher and Blue Willow knew of his intentions to go to the Caldera to speak with Ty's father, and they were not likely to be letting anyone at the Sunspire know, for not even they knew that the information hadn't been shared with his alpha. He worried for what he might be putting his packmates through, but even more so about his poor Tytonidae. Summer was the only wolf she really spent any time with or spoke to. His insides squirmed with guilt over the thought of how lonely and miserable she must be without him. He had to remind himself that he was doing this for her, otherwise he would have given up on his quest long ago.

Summer awoke from a restless sleep, dark eyelids peeling back to reveal his bright yellow irises like a solar eclipse fading back into day. He blinked a few times to clear his blurred vision before standing and giving his pelt a good shake. It had snow a bit overnight, so a flurry of flakes swirled about him in a cloud which he groggily stepped out of towards the frozen stream he had camped beside. He pawed weakly at the ice in a barely half-hearted attempt at breaking through to the water he wasn't certain was even beneath it as shallow as it was. He gave up rather promptly, settling to turn around and swallow a few mouthfuls of the fluffy white snow that rested along the bank before starting on his way again, hoping once again that today might be the day that he finally arrived.