It seemed the harshest parts of winter were over. The sun could slightly make way to thaw the ice and ground now. Animals would soon (hopefully) flood the lands he wandered into. Yet he felt bad. He had left after Magnolia Glen after making a promise. Perhaps it was the harshness of this land that drove him away. Or maybe the fact that he just wasn't ready for protecting a whole pack. Whatever it was still left guilt in him. Now he knew he couldn't turn back, in fact he had to move. Over the mountains if possible. The last thing he wanted was to be caught by a Magnolia Glen member. It would only cause him trouble and enemies. The two least things desired.
Sticking to his plan to move he was doing just that. Moving. Shuffling through slightly cold woods left him a bit paranoid. Only thing to do was find a shelter. He knew night would fall soon. A dangerous time for unprotected wolves like himself. Predators would come out to try and find food for their rumbling stomachs. Besides, not everyone was lucky to have shelter and food in the winter. Which only meant more trouble. Trouble with finding a home and with finding food. The Slayer man wouldn't be surprised if somewhere along his travels something or someone attacked him. Although his mind settled on the bad things that could happen he could think of a few things that might happen. Maybe he could stumble along the other Slayers he was looking for. Or find a pack he could actually stick to. Yet when he though about it, that was only two good things that could happen against all of the hundred of bad things that could happen to him.