This was possibly a suicide but even if it was, Garmir moved forward without hesitation. He knew his chances to survive winter alone were slim with how much he had been taxing his body in his search for Anaeia, and where he should have been building reserves for winter, he had instead obsessively continued with the mission, often to a point of exhaustion. Thus he was ill prepared to winter alone and that was where this almost desperate plan came from..
He needed a pack, but not just any pack. It had to be small enough for Garmir's offer to have any weight, and that was why he was now here. He had already stumbled upon borders of secret woodlands earlier, but had chosen to remain hidden until he was sure this was what he was seeking. He had tried to circle the borders, pick scents and determine what size the pack could be, while at the same time avoiding detection for best of his abilities. Earlier in the day he had covered his fur in ash to cover his scent, crossed small bodies of water to cover his tracks and then turned away as if he would have been departing the area. Garmir had stopped only to hunt for few hours and as soon as he had scored a kill, young hare in its first season, he had changed his course again directly towards secret woodlands territory.
Typically when one was seeking to join he would first announce himself, but not this wolf. Garmir, with full intent, crossed the border while understanding he could be torn apart for this If anything went wrong. He slowed down to steady trot while his fresh kill was still hanging from his jaws and he was not planning to stop until someone caught him. What was he up to?