After having spent the past few days walking with few breaks the young chrome wolf reached the rock garden. It was not his final destination, he did not even know what that was yet. With the mid morning sun high in the sky warming his slate coloured pelt Tadrith decided to take a well earned rest. His paw pads felt sore and overall he physically was feeling exhausted let alone mentally ontop of that.

Casually his slender body turned to one of the larger stones in the garden eyeing it up with his piercing bright blue gaze before leaping ontop. It's fairly flat surface made a great sunning spot. While Tadrith was only cold blooded with his temperment and not his body it didnt hurt to pretend to be a lizzard as he splayed out his body across the warm stone. Now this was a perfect way to relax and rest his wary feet.

The winged dire was exploring the Northern territories. With all the new packs in place, he felt he couldn’t walk in a straight line without bumping into one of them. Of course, he liked the wolves on each of the four packs, and wondered if, in exploring nearby, he might bump into someone he knew. It would be nice to see Resin again. His Grandmother hadn’t come back to visit much since becoming not only alpha, but a mother, too. He went on past Abaven, thinking of sweet Theory as he passed on by the gentle natured pack, and found himself in a collection of ruins, and then a scattering of rocks. He was contemplating finding something to eat and starting the journey home, when he caught sight of a wolf splayd out upon a rock's surface. The boy flared his wings on either side of him and hopped two paws up on the rock. Personal space had never been a big thing to the overgrown yearling. With his nose close to the stranger, and a smile on his maw he asked “Whatcha going?” "Mortis"