King Elk Forest one, two! one, two! and through and through

Overwhelmed by the return of his sister, Hydra's weighty commands at the meeting, and the tantalizingly delicious scent of one of the pack's women on the montane winds, Dragomir walked. And walked. And walked. He went to the highest reaches of the Spear, found it did nothing to chase away the restlessness, and picked his way precariously through the mountains to the other side. The mountains directly behind Moonspear were much too treacherous, so he had to descend steeply north and then circle back at a much lower elevation. This involved narrowly skirting the forested edges of a pack claim, the location of which he filed away in his memory. He wasn't much of a scout, but that didn't mean he wasn't curious who lived across the way.

He bedded down in an abandoned den near the top of a great frozen waterfall, and began the next day bright and early. He ought to head back to Moonspear, but curiosity got the best of him—this was the farthest he'd been since his acceptance into the pack. Might as well make the most of it and bring back some useful information, or some even more useful prey. Once he was down in the forest, Dragomir was able to cover a lot of ground quickly, and with his attention focused on hunting, the time passed equally fast.

His tracking inevitably led him onto Sugar Glider's trail in hopes of finding a hunting partner. What he found instead was the tiniest wolf he'd ever seen... so tiny, in fact, he wasn't certain she was a wolf at all. Half convinced that she was actually a coyote, and therefore perfectly viable prey, Dragomir fell into a hunting crouch and began to stalk her.