Alpine Lake you're following a lead that came from a bird.

Generally speaking, Figment was a homebody. He had never seen much allure in the world outside of his pack borders before. It wasn't that he was afraid of the wilderness. He was very much confident in his own abilities to take care of himself (not that he'd ever tested them). It was simply that everything he'd ever wanted was within his territory borders, right along with everyone he'd ever loved.

But, that was generally speaking. There were exceptions to be made--exceptions he seemed to be making more and more recently. He dearly loved his family, but he still felt as though he didn't quite belong with the Firebirds. It didn't make any sense to him, but not understanding didn't make it any less true. Being outside of the borders was strangely comfrting. He could breathe out here. He could think out here.

Figment had gone further than he'd intended in his aimless wandering. When he stopped, it was because a river cut across his path, blocking his way. There was no crossing it--at least not here. The water was running too swiftly. He could hear the sound of what he thought might be a waterfall somewhere in the distance, which would explain the speed of the rapids. Fig took a breath and looked upstream, thinking he might head that way to see if he was right about the falls. He wasn't ready to go home yet and there didn't seem to be much else for him to do.