Drest had spent days..weeks, even, traveling down from his parents' mountain territory. His mother had advised him to travel. It's what she had done as a pup going on into her adolescents, and he was already an adult--so why shouldn't he have the chance? His sister was supposed to follow soon after, so they'd meet up and either return home, or send one of them back with a message to their mother that they were going to stay down here.
His father had always been controlling. His step brother was also very controlling, cocky. Drest hadn't picked any of that up from Feanaro. Instead, he took after his mother. He was curious, inquisitive, though quiet and slightly withdrawn. She'd told him the stories of her past...both good, bad, amazing and horrifying. And he'd been so curious as to what the world was like outside of their mountainous cage of sorts.
But something had caught his attention as he traveled the forest. A familiar scent--one that reminded him of his mother. But he knew better than to think his older, much more fragile mother would leave the protection of the mountains and come down here. No, not without very good reason, at least. His bright eyes lifted and his tail flicked. Young, strong paws carried him slowly towards the familiar scent, and almost familiar sights...but they couldn't be familiar to him. He'd never been down here. At the same time, however, something told him that he wasn't wandering into dangerous territory despite the wide array of scents of other wolves.
His maw parted automatically, lithe paws easily staying silent as he brushed past the low foliage and beneath broken branches..until he came across what looked to be a well-traveled path from some creature. Wolves? Prey? He wasn't sure. But as he brought himself up onto his tiptoes to see as far as he could, Drest found himself...astonished with this area. It was beautiful and alive, it seemed. So much different from the mountains. Now he wanted to know why his unconscious mind was telling him to go further in.
