When Garmir had led him out of the forest the yearling had been told to wait in the general area until he came back for him. It had been an odd request to say the least, but as long as he was out of that scary forest he was happy to stay put. And so for the next almost week Nevrakis had done as he was asked of: stayed put in the overgrown forest. He made use of the new hunting technique his earthen companion had shown him, catching some mice when the opportunity arose, but for the most part he spent his time familiarising himself with the area. If he was to live near here he figured it would do no bad to know the lay of the land.
Nevrakis set his rump down in the snow, jaws opening wide in a large yawn, tongue curling out of his mouth as he let out an exhale. The sun had only just risen above the horizon with a few beams of sunlight penetrating through the forest canopy. It was certainly brighter than in the woods to the north, and at the very least he could hear some birdsong as the avian creatures woke up. He had no idea when Garmir would return - if he would return - but he was beginning to feel an itch in his paws, one that demanded he be on the move. After so long of not staying in one place for too long he was feeling antsy, and so he decided to keep his mind and paws busy by attempting to track down some more mice in the snow. Maybe he could bring a gift along?