@Raimo lookin' atchuuu but all welcome!
It was the final day of his search, and when the sun set he would make his way back toward the ring of mountains where Sialuk and Kukutux were. He had roamed first the foothills, passing through border markings which had long grown cold; he had no way to tell whether they belonged to the fallen pack of the mountain, or of its sister pack that had once claimed the glen- but neither were patrolling anymore. So he ignored the faded scent markings and roved toward the crumbled heaps of disturbed snow and rock, picking his way through it carefully as he made his way up the mountain's slope.
From what he could see of the area devastated by the landslide, few wolves had ventured to explore. This indicated to him that any who had been caught in the landslide had likely been buried beneath it. There was still the rest of the mountain to be explored- but he focused primarily on the area where the damage had occured, hoping he might help anyone who was injured, and potentially find the star that had fallen.
Things...Were not promising. Snow had fallen, and it was impossible for him to access the higher slopes where he believed the star had struck- too perilous, simply for his curiosity. He might have to wait until the snow had melted in the summer, to try and find anything. As he roved along, he could smell death from beneath the layers of snow, dirt and rocks- but he could not dig through them. It was only when he saw a stiff, white hind leg sticking out of the ground that he spent some time digging, to find a mountain goat buried, preserved, in the snow. He wasn't a picky eater. And so- having loosened enough of the frozen herbivore's body to chew through and tear off its hind leg, he settled down for a break in the afternoon sunlight, content to have a meal before resuming the last part of his search.
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