There was a pack north of them that the shadow knew very little about. He was unsure if they had been present when he resided in the willows to the west, for he had never ventured this far north in the mountains until he left the monadnock. Even though he was not interested in making friends the Archer-Lyall knew that Aurora Heights could benefit from learning more about the other pack in the mountains. Were they friendly or hostile? He was also curious as to how much Kyna knew about them, for her birthpack had been close to where they were now.
Greer had always stretched his paws as a child—exploring the territories that surrounded the Ridge—but aside from climbing the Heights to visit Kyna, he had not explored much of the mountains until he left the southern eden. During their travels south he and his scarlet mate had not made many stops for they had wanted to return to the place they decided to call home. Now that little Revon was older the shadow was more willing to travel further, searching for both food and loners as he distanced himself from Aurora.
The smell of the springs hit him before he spotted them. His nose wrinkled immediately as his pace slowed. Despite his age Greer’s curiosity got the best of him as he padded, cautiously, up to one of the pools of water. He could feel the warmth radiating off the liquid as he approached, causing his brows to pinch together. As much as he wanted to plunge into the pool Greer resisted. He knew he was close to the other pack and worried that if he let his guard down he might not receive a warm welcome. So, instead, he meandered around the springs, his ears perched high atop his skull to listen for approaching wolves.