A light on the dark side of me

@Morgana ;)


Jace knew that straying too far from his pack boundaries wasn't a good idea, but there was just something about pack life that he still wasn't comfortable with. Besides there was always the next mountainside or lake or bend in the trail that needed exploring, it was almost like filling in a map in his head and he was really OCD about the missing pieces. Jace had seen and explored the hotsprings pretty thoroughly, as well as Big Salmon Lake, but he had seen another, larger lake from a rocky hilltop. It was getting late, but the thought of the large lake wouldn't leave the sooty black male's mind. Pacing the hilltop he finally made up his mind to make it to the lake, spend the night and swoop back to the pack borders the opposite way he had come.

Jace moved swiftly and silently through the snowy woods and plain. He knew other wolves must be around for he smelled them now and again, but no pack boundaries so far, thank the Bear. Jace continued to the lake, grateful for his coat color and the cover of a night with no moon.

Upon arriving at the the lake, Jace collapsed at the waters edge. Luckily it had been a warm day and the shallow edges hadn't had time to ice back over yet, so Jace lapped cold lake water hungrily. "Exploring is exhausting work," Jace though, "but it will definitely be worth it." Jace lay like that for a period of time before finally noticing a smell that made him stand as abruptly as he had collapsed. A pack boundary.