The Sunspire Look at last on meadows green

Probably forward dated a day or two maybe, exact timeline = *shrug*

One way or another he'd eventually crossed the river.  He'd made a fairly straight path over a low point in the initial ridge of mountains, but eventually turned away from the most straight path that he'd been taking.  Though he maybe didn't know how actual pack's borders worked, the Vale had too many scents for him to feel comfortable going there.  He had a pretty hit and miss time meeting people, and the misses definitely stood out garishly, so maybe it was best he stayed on his own.  That kind of made it hard for him to find a new place to stay, though.  But at least he knew to stay the hell away from the ocean!

He also wasn't interested in climbing to the top of the peak he was currently traversing.  No, Mal kept pretty much to the lowest slopes, somewhat unsure where he'd pop out on the other side of this range.  Hopefully he'd done enough wandering that he'd see something familiar, but stuff looked way different from this angle.  He was pretty sure he was going the right way, but he'd find out.  Either way, the low clouds and fog were hiding more distant landmarks.  It couldn't be far.  Really, it couldn't.  He was getting hungry again and was counting on taking from Elysium to continue his trek, even if his hunting had marginally improved due to necessity.  He still wasn't doing super great at it.  The one thing he was good at was mindlessly walking forever.