Whitefish River Starting to rust

I had to throw Eve in here re: his dislike of Quartz Cave

Settling into his new position, the bearish Count is active in seeking out his membership—the majority he knows, yet not as well as he once did. During the pack’s early days, he knew everyone, their passions, and their reasoning for joining the castle stronghold. Now it is more a mix-bag. He’s gotten out of touch, and it’s something he needs to change. Wants to, at least.
Round ears perk as he shifts through the trees. The soft snow gliding through the canopies with an overcast sky that sets an overall peaceful day for Whitefish and its inhabitants. Yet, upon the horizon is a familiar wolf in a not-so-familiar gait. His disoriented steps are taken careful and in consideration leave the bear flush with worry.
He approaches Hieronymous, tail twitching at the fresh wounds marking the splotchy Knight. Hieronymous? What happened?