He stood in silence as his eyes studied the slide of mud that marked the land in ruin, a sign that more harsh weather and rain was in the horizon. Spring often brought with it strange weather of overcast clouds and dampness, and in the midst stood a weather wore tawny wolf who had decided to venture from Pookastone for a breath of fresh air. He was contemplating many things, mainly what he was still doing here in the Lore and most importantly, what he needed from his pack. He couldn't return home, that was out of the question, but he could alter his options and for a moment he seemed intent on seeking out that specific change he had in mind. After the brief pause he continued on, paws growing even more muddy as he climbed up and through the landslide that had no doubt been caused by an overflow of water.