Bearclaw Valley as one generation comes to life, another dies away.

A new place.
New pack, new home.
A place not blessed by the Ancients, though it feels like it perhaps was once before.
He decided to test his limits, and see if this leadership were watchful and to see where he could and couldn't go.
What will he find today?

Rain showered him consistently.
The even pattering drenched him through to the skin. Made the ground beneath his feet slick and clumpy. Disgusting.
He wasn't very close to the den. A good number of feet. But likely close enough to warrant reprimand from the dark-woman.
Alas, he could take it.
Though, what he didn't expect today was to see some small pebble launch from the den mouth into the open.
Earp stopped, watching. Wondering what would ensue.
Was this how he gets caught?​​