lost in the grey

When asked, Constantine didn't know exactly where he should be, but he knew that tracking someone would eventually take him somewhere. If Falcon had a clue as to where they were going exactly, Constantine wasn't aware. He was along for the ride more or less, but the young male found a great interest in breaking away from the pack they were from and trying to start something here. He agreed to go with the older male and the female, what did he have to lose?

"I'm tracking a pack mate. Don't know exactly where I'm going, but he seems to." His teeth chattered as he spoke, though it was quiet. He wondered what this man was doing here, honestly. Was this a pack territory? He certainly hoped not - the rain had made it impossible for the boy to find any borders. "What about you?" He asked as he uncurled himself and sat up on the rock, still obviously uncomfortable in the rain with the looming thunder in the distance.