Pack life wasn’t getting any easier. It had been weeks, or a month, or maybe something like that, he wasn’t counting, but it had been a long time, and Gilligan didn’t feel any more at home among of the wolves of Silent Moon Plateau than he did when he joined. He hadn’t met any of the members in anything more than passing. While it was as much fault his as it was any other wolf in the group, he truly didn’t feel at fault. If they wanted him to feel included, than they would include him.
With no remorse, the youth set out with no warning and no indications – if @Datura was curious, he should have asked, as far as the yearling was concerned. In truth, he wasn’t planning on being away for long – but he had made a promise, and for perhaps the first time in his life, the young male wanted to keep it. So strong was his desire that he even managed to avoid distraction as he loped slowly from the mountain off to the east, plunging into the vale he’d explored prior to reuniting with his father.
After a day or so, he’d entered the Red Fern Forest – Leotie’s scent was faint, but with his inexperience, not something the youth would be able to track, at least not effectively. So he continued his trek, zigzagging through the woods and calling his friend’s name with no care for potential danger. It came with little result, and eventually, the male was forced to come to a halt, stopping at a cool creek for a drink. After a drink, and a rest, he would get on his task again. He had promised Leotie.