Risaela's fever, their still-healing injuries, the coyote infestation; there were plenty of reasons that they laid low until now. It was the first in that list, however, that gave Cancer the final push to cease his moping and make a move - for her sake. They came to the lowlands, because she said she knew these wolves and had stayed with them a time, even though the openness of the tundra gave him reason to shiver. The gold melded horizon was nothing short of terrifying to a wolf that took great comfort in the forest, a wolf that had only lived in such a large, santuaryless expanse once before in his life. His dull claws gripped the rocky earth as they peered from the shadows of the treeline into that vastness.
Well, where else did he have to go?
Bitterness was not far from his mind, but the heat radiating from the girl at his side was a constant reminder that his issues weren't the most pressing. She wasn't gravely ill, but there was nothing saying her health wouldn't take a dip if they didn't find something stable soon.
Tilting back his crown, he called out for the leadership of the Rye.