Throughout the Autumn, Aslan had found himself growing ever curious about the scent of a mountain lion lingering around the lands of Threar. He'd ran into her on a couple of occasions as well, only to frighten her off it seemed and it had been quite some time since he had found any traces of her since. He had pushed his thoughts of her away as of late though, as quickly as she had appeared it seemed she had vanished, leaving the pack alone, not that he'd ever gotten the impression that she intended to be a menace to them.
One thing however that didn't seem to be settling was an urge to venture out and explore the world. He loved Threar of course, the pack was his home and he had no desire to leave it though the trip to Glaciem (or where Glaciem would have been) had left him wishing for other similar adventures. His little breaks were of course far smaller than that one had been, just small journeys around the Eastern lands of Alacritia and that was how he had found her once again, somewhere around the Stone Steppe.
Well he hadn't found her yet though there were indeed traces of her scent around here, amidst the fading scent of a pack. He hadn't known of Ebony or Yfir, despite being so close in location they'd never communicated at all and it seemed unlikely that they would any time soon now they had vanished. The pack wouldn't hold his curiosity though, the feline's scent would instead. She ran from wolves and yet it seemed she had some curiosity of her own, lurking around the lands of another pack.
He'd been gone longer than intended, the short winter days meaning that night was now upon him but with the damage already done he wasn't ready to return just yet. He wouldn't seek out the mountain lion though he was perhaps to be here for a while and sought to explore the lands now, his path taking him across those dwindling borders, perhaps to find some shelter for the rest of the night if he could.
