Just past midnight, Light snow, 16F/-9C
Sing it again now
At this point Viorel had become confident that he had explored enough of the surrounding area to know that they picked a good spot. That wasn’t to say that he had seen it all, far from it. But a few more weeks of daily scouting would make quick work of becoming a master of the terrain. As per usual he was taking advantage of the quiet of the night, allowing his dark pelt to blend into the shadows. This was the best time for him to search, search for signs of his family, anything interesting, some sign that they weren’t the only Valles here.
He had been hopeful that they would all turn up, after all, he, Andrey, Vayko, Sharlee, and Aunt Modesto all had. Where was everyone else? But it had been almost two months since they all arrived, and the world was beginning to warm and thaw and they still hadn’t found anyone else. Tonight he was exploring closer to home, or what was soon to become their home, not feeling the motivation to make too far of a trip. Eventually his slow lope following the creek brought him to a patch of rapids he hadn’t seen before. Yellow eyes swept over the jagged rocks and rushing water carefully, wondering if this was a sign to turn back or if he should keep going.
Lets make it happen