He really needed to work up the motivation to talk to Valen about doing more than what he was. His talk with Mercy had made him even more restless and eager to be proving himself. Isnt that what Father would have wanted, after all? The Armadas had lost a bit of their lustre when Drashiel and Roman had passed to the next world and he was failing them by doing nothing with his life. Mercy had mentioned a strange scent in the pack lands, so he had taken up patrolling the borders on his own, which was what the noon sun found him doing. He had to slog through cold, muddy slush, since it was warm enough to melt snow but not warm enough to be comfortable with wet feet. It wasn't pleasant but the yearling marched along with determination, waiting to find something interesting and, sometimes, daring to add his scent to those of the warriors on the scent markers.
