Set quite a ways west of Whitestone Monadnock in Larkcall Lowlands.
Backdated to January 11th — Night — Clear — 4 ° F, -16 ° C
He knew he should have been with Reyes, where it was warm and safe. But he couldn't bring himself to sleep, not yet, anyway. Because if he wanted to find Victoria again, he'd have to do it right. Which meant not picking any old direction and hoping for the best, like he had done so many times in the past. The last time he had done that almost had one of his worst fears coming true, which was that he'd somehow die alone in a field of endless white. Or maybe even worse - the story of the qalupalik was true and they were going to come for him soon. He couldn't decide which was the worst of the two - being reminded of home where everything was wrong and he always felt guilty, or hearing the humming sound of the qalupalik and being dragged under the ice to never make a noise again.
A shudder made its way down his spine, and he couldn't tell if it was because of the bitter cold or because of the horror he felt at what if one of his fears had actually come true. He decided that if he just went a little bit further and still couldn't see anything, he'd turn around and go to wherever Reyes had holed up for the night. And coming over one of many gently rolling hills - it seemed like he was going to have to keep that promise. He had been hoping to at least find the treeline, the one where the ground started to slope upward into rocky foothills. But there was nothing. Nothing but snow and the stars above, and he was very tempted to throw himself on the ground like the defeated puppy he was. Except whenever he did that he never got the reaction he wanted, and so he kept standing on his feet.
He waddled on the spot, ignoring the ache of one of his paws as he turned to look the way he had came. And looking down at the trail of paw prints he had left in the freshly fallen snow, he immediately deemed it was too far to walk back and it would take him forever. Or at the very least - it would take him longer than a few minutes to get back to Reyes, but that was too much for him. He plopped himself down on his hindquarters, easing the weight off of his aching leg that hadn't felt right ever since he had fallen into that pit. And with nothing left to do, he looked up at the stars shining bright above him. A few moments of rest and pouting would do him some good, it always did.