Northstar Vale Foundation

Derg trundled along. His fur had grown grey-er and patchy. Cold bit at his heels, keeping him moving. He had left his hiding after a cougar outed him.
He'd had stirrings since then, in the back of his head. Something was missing, he was detached from it. Like he'd lost a leg...or a family. 
Grezig no longer existed. Arlette...not even a memory. 

He huffed as he looked down into the vale. Surely he'd been here before... The memory fled before he could grasp it.

It has a fresh border. But only with one wolf. Perhaps a loner, perhaps just a very small gathering. He didn't want to stay, but he knew he needed something in his stomach and at least three walls to survive to the spring.

His head tipped, silvering muzzle glinting in the low winter sun as he called for a stranger.