Ran was still not sure where to go. He’d been wandering, eating scraps of food where he could find them and if he was successful in whatever brief hunting excursions he attempted. He hadn’t run into anyone aside from the one boy and the older lady, but there was a pack somewhere around here, he was certain. It was both exciting and nerve-wracking - he wanted a place to stay, of course, but there was this lingering fear of gnashing teeth and foamy slobber, and he wasn’t sure he was ready to face that fear yet.
So he lingered. Pacing around the woods, walking up and down the rivers. It was a pretty place, he had to admit - far unlike the plains he was more used to.
It was actually a strange break in the stream that caused him to halt in his tracks today. A weird structure - sticks and branches all shoved together to stop the water. Curiously, the yearling approached it, sniffing cautiously at the base.