Lugh wandered through forest with his gaze cast up to the piney boughs, eyes alight like a child in a candy store. Instead of sugary confections, it was new green tips appearing on the trees, the birds flitting through the branches, the flowers fighting their way up through the lingering snowbanks that had the male so enraptured. He nearly felt like dancing, and indeed, a little hop had worked its way into the quick gait of his long, thin limbs.
He and Ryka had first stopped by the lake to the south, where he'd noticed sign of wolves in the area. Where there were wolves, he was sure packs would follow. He had split off from Ryka with a promise to howl if he found something, or meet back at the lake if he didn't. While he probably should have been, he wasn't particularly worried about losing track of each other. There was no point in worrying about something if it hadn't happened yet. He just figured that if they split up, they'd be able to cover more ground and have a better chance of finding a pack that would take the two in.
With his head all the way up in the clouds, Lugh hardly noticed when the ground grew steadily swampier, making a loud slurp each time he lifted a paw. He could see some cattails up ahead, which was an exciting prospect to the herbalist. The roots were good for wounds, and if one were so inclined the shoots could be eaten... but he wasn't that hungry, not yet at least. Lugh wasn't sure where he'd stash them, but he could figure that out later. Muck clung to his creamy paws and shot out in all directions as he ran faster, excited by the prospect of investigating the reeds closer.. Suddenly, he yipped and stopped in his tracks. He hadn't expected the icy sting of his paw as he stepped into the frigid pond, but then laughed at how distracted he'd been. "Good thing there aren't any cliffs about!" he chuckled to himself.