Some Kind of Wind

"Talk" Walk

He had yet to make any real changes to the pack just yet, but he was planning on it soon. He'd given plenty of time for the pack to settle with the new changes - whether they liked them or not. They had grown too soft under his uncle's rule, and even more so under Winter's. Not that his younger cousin had even done anything, but the fact was his uncle clearly let them do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted, and never punished or disciplined anyone. Things would change though...they wouldn't be in the dark, and they wouldn't be weak. He wanted to get Incendium there, but first...he needed to establish some form of specialty or something that might interest others for trades or bargains. And that was why he was here. He had gone out scouting for lands again and came across a small herd of Mountain Goats. He watched them from the top of the gorge, studying their habits and wondered how hard it might be to catch one. He noticed they were able to scale even the steepest parts of the gorge, and he knew if he wanted to hunt one, he'd have to be real smart about it. Then again...he supposed he could just make a trap or two. But for now he was content with observing their behavior.