Gitano had been making the most of his journey, travelling as much as possible and never staying for long in one place. Now that winter had set in his fasting had become more frequent, not necessarily by choice but just by circumstance. Whatever the reason for it, it certainly helped him focus on what he had set out to do. His guides were becoming ever louder with the lack of food and the constant practicing and at this rate he may be becoming the best of his class. Not that the quest was meant to be any kind of competition of course.
It seemed all of the wolves that he had met in the last few months had some kind of spiritual connection. Perhaps this is why he had chosen to remain in the general vicinity of what he had heard been called Relic Lore. Travelling from area to area but never wandering out far enough that he reached a completely new region. Wading through the knee high snow his breath billowed through his nostrils in plumes of mist, eyes blinking back against the snow that fell.
It had been nearly a month since he had had any kind of interaction and loneliness was beginning to set in. Tano knew that this was just a wolf weakness and that he should focus on what his guides were teaching but he was still young. He had thought more than once to seek out @Karina and the pack she had said she led to check on her and her daughter, perhaps seek shelter there if he could. In these weak moments he reminded himself of everything that was at stake, but then again maybe she would accept him as a travelling minstrel, she had understood his quest after all.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts the tawny yearling looked up at his surroundings, trying to focus on something more productive. The snow that tumbled t the ground obscured much of the area and it looked mostly untouched between the trees. Even the creek was completely covered hiding it from the view of the teen, overall everything seemed quiet, peaceful.