Midday - Patchy moderate snow - 27 ° F, -3 ° C
The snow fell lazy around him, grey clouds covering the sky above. He still didn't have any luck with finding Neha or the pack she had spoken about, and a part of him was starting to regret his idea of migrating to the mountains for the winter. It seemed like a good idea a the time. No spooky mist to send him for a loop, and so far - no crazy wolves. But only if he didn't count Victoria. And he didn't see a mountain lion once! He also didn't eat for a while, but he drew his mind away from that train of thought. If he didn't think about it, it was like it wasn't even real.
He shuffled along, head pointed down and ears perked. There was running water below him, he could hear it beneath his paws under the ground. But he had yet to find the actual source yet, or any sign of what cavern might lurk below. And - woah.
He gave a panicked huff when he suddenly found it, gazing down into darkness and faded shades of blue. For a second his fore paws threatened to slip over the edge, and he was quick to shuffle back. Because falling into a random hole in the mountains was not on his list of unfortunate events to happen. He really wasn't ready to add that to his list of weird, bad luck-inspired events.
And so he stepped back, head cocked as he squinted into the darkness below. The very impulsive, not that bright part of him said jump down now. The rest of him, the part of himself he listened to, said otherwise. He looked up, yellow eyes scanning the area around him. He looked back down and leaned over, suddenly giddy. And he pushed a clump of powdery snow down, along with whatever rocks got caught up in the action. His tail wagged and he hunkered down, slouching over the gap with his ears straining. There had to be some kind of noise, right?