Arturio continued his exploration of this new land he'd come across. It seemed to be a decent place to settle down. For now, the giant male decided he would take his chances in the free lands. He was not opposed to pack life, having grown up in it. However, Art chose his steps carefully as he made his way towards the river, weaving around trees as necessary. His passing was in relative silence, even for one of his bulk. The white wolf was not built for stealth. He had earned that capability through hard work. There was no point in moving such a large bulk around if you couldn't sneak up on your prey.

The wolf's tail swayed back and forth as he came across the river. His emerald green gaze drifted to the slow moving body of water as he walked. Art's ears remained perked. He was aware of his environment, though admittedly the hulking brute did get complacent at times. The world tended to not give him issues, the wolf usually walked up on them, resulting in helping someone in need out of a potentially sticky situation. He continued on his meandering, following the flow of Aplos River to the South. It was a nice enough morning to just enjoy a good trek in the realm he likely would be calling home.