Herbalists' Cache been training vipers to come for you

@The Wayfarer backdated to yesterday

He grimaces at the abrasive feeling of pine needles beneath his still-healing pads, only finding it tolerable because the snow softens it a bit. If he wasn't so stubborn, he might have turned back already, still full of aches and complaints from his tumble down the mountain and all that had transpired before it. But he is stubborn, and he's healing, too — so he's going to explore, at least a little bit. He has no way of knowing that wanderlust is in his blood, but if he did, he would happily place the blame there.
He doesn't mind shouldering it himself, though. It's easy enough to avoid focusing on how worried his father will be, or how easily this outing could go wrong, so he does exactly that. He sets his sights forward, and he doesn't look back. Instead he keeps his nose close to the ground, his attention fixed ahead, and makes note of all the faded scents he passes. There is nothing familiar except vague traces of his new packmates' scents, but he finds it interesting all the same. So many wolves he might never meet had been here. The thought is fascinating, though he finds himself content to let them remain strangers. He prefers being alone anyway, now that Helios is gone.