Past the boundaries of his new home, Branwen decided to explore a bit of this unfamiliar place. It was probably unwise to wander too far from home, since he was so green. It was his intention to prove to @Gent that he would serve his "position" well. Wandering off when he may be needed was not wise. But he supposed as long as the scent of the pack was still within his smelling range, he was not too bad off. He might still be able to hear a bark from the distance he was. It was particularly cold on this particular day and Bran was thankful for the trees that broke up the crisp chill of the wind. It was somewhat difficult to see through the fog which seemed to have worsened since his first day here, and he stepped forward with caution, on the off chance a stranger was hidden to his view.
Though aging, the grayscale man had little interest in going kerflooey so soon. He hadn't even been able to swim in these lands yet. How sad might it be if he was murdered by a passing stranger? He wasn't paranoid, but he was still quite unfamiliar with the lands around him. Of course, Gent would not settle somewhere murderers might treat. Would he? With a flick of his tail, Bran skidded carefully down a slight slope and stopped by a particularly large tree, the base of which had split, offering a small temporary hideaway. Wishing to warm his nose, Bran slide into the crack and curled up in the snow. He rested his tail over his nose, though his brown eyes remained watchful of anyone that might pass by.