Maybe he'd find a reason to be around here long enough to see it.
Something had begun nagging him down in his gut, pulling him toward the storied Lore and the many homesteads of his predecessors. If he had known that his sister was here searching for him, he would have beelined it for the Ridge. Unfortunately, Clouse was oblivious. He slid down a slope of snow-slicked sands and giggled boyishly at the way it tickled his stomach, the picture of a wolf who was in no particular rush at all. After all, he was still savoring this freedom he'd ran away to know.