A little less than two weeks had passed since the four wolves had arrived to the den in Cedarwood Forest and Borden, who had been confidently easing himself into the role of a leader was absolutely relieved that Jaysyek and Vlarindara were growing and learning to love the place he had claimed for them. The yearling Raigo, who had traveled along with them only to suddenly disappear the following morning, crossed his mind at a particularly odd hour in the night, causing him to stir in the darkness of the underground lair he called home. While he had started to sleep on a regular schedule now that he had two women in his life to badger him about his restless, insomnia-driven habits, he couldn’t help but to give in to the early morning that beckoned him outside. Edging slowly away from the warmth of his mate, he crept up the tunnel and began to leisurely walk along the river. The chill of winter still lingered in the air and after somewhat straining his eyes in the night, he realized that the looming clouds above him were still sending down a new layer of snow, one dainty snowflake at a time.
Careful to note where the edges of his markers indicated the borders of his pack’s terrain, his path traced around the trees until he broke away to continue following the bubbling stream. A few minutes of walking away from the familiar path led him to find a rather striking sight. Where he had expected the trees to continue along the opposite river bank, all sorts of rocks and boulders were strewn about the riverbed to form a breathtaking, albeit miniature, waterfall. The sun had yet to rise on the hidden landmark and he was some what determined to stay for those couple of hours and wait for the dawn. He cast his pale-eyed gaze about the area, certain that he was alone… for now.
Though he knew his mate would more than likely come looking for him, all he wanted was a breath of fresh air, to indulge in the tranquility that had once kept him company on his ledge on Mount Dire. He sat down at the edge of the water and released a contented sigh. Gazing up at the gray, starless sky as he listened to the babbling of the stream, half-oblivious to anything else.