Having been cooped up within Willow Ridge for the past few weeks, Angier decided that, for just a few hours, he would wander beyond the markers he kept and savor a simple change of scenery. The fog was no help though, and had it not been for the ever conscious step-counting and the very obvious move to deviate from the trench-like paths in the snow that encircled his and Elettra's portion of the Drooping Willows, the Leader might not have been able to actually leave his homeland for such a day trip.
His steps were neither swift nor heavy but in due time, he eventually broke into what could have been Hush Meadow in the mist. The bottle brush-like tail rose up at first before lowering into a more neutral and relaxed position. He strained to see through the fog, unable to pick out the trees that bordered the meadow in the distance or sample the air for any fresh or curious scents - deer, squirrel, rabbit, a rogue wolf, someone from Whisper Caverns, or otherwise...
He stared up into the gray skies, his ears cupping forward with disappointment. It had been a very long time since he had last seen or smelled a wolf-bird, let alone hear one cry out to scold him for whatever reasons they might have. It was worrisome; if they didn't make so much as a peep within the Willows - where there was shelter and wolves to observe and scavenge from - they definitely were not chatting it up out here.
Angier's head leveled at the prospective thought of facing starvation; the image of his three sons scuffling with the likes of Octavius and their older half-siblings etching a look of distress on his face. The corners of his mouth turned downward. Just a few more months, he told himself in his head as he began to slowly move over the virgin snow towards the middle of the wide open space. After that, then the real spars can come and go... but, until then... He shook his head as he lifted his left paw and stepped down into the frost, letting his mind wander as he went.