Snow had started fall when he had made his way out of the mountains to the forest below. It had made footing more of a problem but he had already been most of the way down by the time it started. Now it was coming down in thick flakes that floated slowly in the air. Solas didn't know if it would stop by the time he returned to the Cove but for now it was a pleasant sight to see it falling among the bowing trees. The mountains had their own rugged beauty but it didn't have anything like this as far as he could tell. He still preferred the mountains but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy what was before him.
Solas continued to weave through the trees his dark form slipping around draping tree limbs. He might have to come here more often to investigate it more thoroughly because from what he was seeing there was a lot to explore. Of course, he would have to do this with all the areas around his home for today he would start here.
As he continued to move forward he thought he could detect the scent of wolves. Warily the stormy man lowered his head as he stared at the area in front of him. His eyes scanned the ground looking for tracks or anything that might tell him that the area he was in was claimed but he found nothing. Perhaps it was just some loners? But the more he moved forward the more the scent became stronger. So it wasn't loners it was a pack that had made their home here. How long had they been here without him knowing?