Few clouds 8.51 ° F, -13.05 ° C, at the pack borders
He had risen with the sun to explore the forest that held Paradise Falls. The tall looming trees made a pretty sight, especially with how the morning light peeked between the clouds dappling the snow and trees alike. As it rose higher in the air he found himself carefully investigating at the borders of the pack. Paw prints showing clearly in the churned snow, giving him a clear boundary.
Specter carefully sniffed at the well marked border, inhaling the scent of needles, warm stones, and fresh water. The last one fainter than the others likely because of how winter would have frozen over any smaller bodies of water. It was the same scent that had clung to Chan so Specter knew that he was in the right place. Granted he wasn't sure he would have minded if it was the wrong pack, not with how inviting the area seemed.
Knowing he was pushing his luck if any protective guardians saw him the pale man kept his ears swiveled to catch any sound from within even as he peered curiously between the trees beyond the markers. He wouldn't blame anyone if he ended up being chased off. It was his own curiosity that had led him to linger this close.