Emberflame Ridge euthyphro dilemma

Aware of the pack that resided in the gentle dip of a valley and it’s rockier climes, he had circled around it once again to survey from afar. Solpallur had been fortunate enough not to have encountered anyone from the willowed valley, but thought there would be a time all too likely that they would cross paths. Especially if they kept camping out higher up in the alpines with the ravens—there was really no way that they didn’t know about all the trinkets and treasures that were kept there.

Finding the stream was as good as any reason to follow something, though he didn’t know where exactly @Stjornuati had gone off to. HIs brother had been with him for a spell, but something had caught his attention to draw him away otherwise. With a natural rendezvous point, they ranged separately now, always able to guide themselves back to at least one or two spots they had been staying in with @Meadow and @Miwa to swap their finds or lack thereof.

Information would always be a pertinent thing for them to have. Even more so now that winter approached; he had been greeted more than one time glittering with frost, and the taller mountains were rimmed with snow that did not fully melt beneath the still warm gaze of the sun. But working up to gathering that information was a task in itself; he was not a very sociable creature, so any work he did to learn of those wolves would be under the radar at best as he could perform.

Pausing along the stream, he drank then, listening to the world around him in its cacophony.