The trips that he'd been taking from the notch had been growing in distance the closer spring became. His wandering heart as well as his desire to know how close the rest of the lore was to waking up drove him to travel further. His pace was quick as he moved through the different terrains he crossed over. As always he kept his eyes out for prey to bring home since he couldn't not bring something home. His luck was always better away from the notch so he didn't feel so bad for traveling more. This venture had taken him most of the day but that didn't bother the healer, he'd been missing the traveling he used to do as a loner.
As the day wore on he was sure that he would have to find a place to stay for the night and head back the next day. It had been sometime since he'd slept under the stars since he usually stayed in the communal den. With it being a little warmer than it had been he didn't think it would be too uncomfortable to sleep outside of a den for the night. Entering a more sense area of the lore he recognized it almost immediately as the Wildwood. It had been a while since he'd been there and like the rest of the lore it was still covered in snow. Moving through the trees just a little deeper brought him to a creek that wasn't entirely frozen which allowed him to stop for a drink. He lowered his head to take in some of the water but stopped when he thought he heard something nearby.