Long legs would carry the boy lazily to his favorite place in the forest. A little knoll surrounded by the tall red tress, it was peaceful, quite snow-covered, and not so well traveled. He found recently that he really did enjoy some time alone now and then. He loved his family, especially his litter mates and moms, but seclusion was where he could think the clearest. Though that didn't mean his thoughts were clear in any sense. He could just more easily hear himself think. The cold helped his focus, but answers still eluded him. Sometimes he wasn't even sure what the question was. He felt the need to do but he didn't know what.
A rather drawn out sigh would leave his lips as he slid into the snow, his long legs causing trenches in the white powder. Multihued tail would flop around, disturbing more of the cold substance. He was more than a little bored, not quite old enough to really take his frustrations out of=n learning to hunt he felt quite useless. It wasn't any great wonder that he liked to wander away.
