Reunited with his brother was just a box checked off his list. There were things Viktor needed to get done, and if you wanted things done right, he'd do them himself. Learning the lay of the land, getting to know the wolves that inhabited it. All things that would only come with firsthand knowledge, and exploration. Undeterred by the strange geological events, Viktor was going to learn. He would know this place. He would know the wolves, the packs, the structures that existed here. Getting to the bottom of it, and allowing his thirst for knowledge to drive him, the man ventures south.
Carefully shifting between the borders of packs, he wouldn't come so close as to toe the lines. Not yet. Not before he knew where the threats were, and what those threats may entail. The weather grew colder as Viktor trailed south, walking the length of a gulch between hills. A place that looked like it should be grassy in warmer days, hampered by slushy snow-- grey and well-trodden. Strange, but not all together unpleasant. He'd climb the hillside and use that as a vantage point, looking out across the shifting landscape. A regal picture against the red afternoon, all told. "speech"
