November 2nd; Mid-morning; Partly cloudy; 17 ° F, -8 ° C.
If wolves were capable of telling the time as humans do, Rook might have felt as though the days were growing shorter as the months of autumn dragged on. However, being back with Veho, at least sharing something of a shared sleeping space (whether it was in the old abandoned fox den or wherever else Rook found the Leader), did bring Rook back to his old routines. Apart from checking out what lay immediately beyond Grizzly Hollow's borders, the Lyall sauntered through the cedars and evergreens, rather interested in marking up the fox den once more since he had been frequenting the herb den and other places along Jasper Rocks. He made certain to weave a path along the outside of the pack's territory, adding his own signature in the form of a "paw stamp" to the markers where Veho and Ylvy had laid claim to the lands.
At some point, halfway to the fox hole, he stopped. His ears came up and he peered through the trees... waiting... listening... He had made a friend during his travels from Renegades Reach back to Relic Lore and, the last he checked, he was sure he had made certain she stayed lost...
The masked male gave a huff when nothing but silence greeted him in return and continued onward in search of a certain tree. If he had measured his steps correctly and had reoriented himself towards the northwest, where he had originally come from, he was sure he was in the general area of it. Tail held low and strides kept light and easy, he started to use his nose to scout out his surroundings. If he could just catch a trace of where both he and Ylvy had been, he'd find it.