He was warned of falling victim to the ravine that lay hidden between the forest that the pack boosted. He eyed the area critically, considering how much time would be added to a journey to go around it. In times of distress in the pack, he held no hope of leaping across its gaping edges.
He explored the area above first, scoping out the landscape, surprised at the lush greenery found so close to the edge of the desert. It was a good choice in that regard, with prey to be found both beneath and above the territory. The lake was a reliable source of water, with lazy fish seen from the waters edge. He did not know how to fish, but he strove to learn as soon as he found a capable teacher.
Once he had finished this exploration, he found a path into the ravine, and made his way downwards. He was yet to decide on a location for his den, and well he knew in his heart it would be as close to Deathbelle as she allowed, he entertained the idea of building one inside the rocky walls of the ravine.