Sawtooth Spire angst.

instinct.
it was something to which ancelin bearclaw had learned to listen. and it was what drew him out of the valley in a trot toward the mountains.
he had only told @Ameline where he was going; he left two deerbones for @Athalia and @Amneris, not wanting to discomfort them with talk of his brief departure.
instinct told ancelin that two wolves would not be enough to hunt for the children. to support a new litter would mean dropping their two hunters to one for a while.
and this was without the threat of the other, much larger packs bordering the bearclaw valley. with its involvement in his personal story still missing from his memories, ancelin had little attachment to the land itself.
blowing snow reminded ancelin that he and ameline had not dug or found a permanent den.
he explored lakes and vales, the base of three mountains, a canyon. two ridges and a couple of spires. he hunted small game and slept in the open, traveling light and with the determined step of a man seeking a home for a family which has already grown by two.