Horizon Ridge Minor planet

Kevlyn, who had managed to slip away from Ankyra Sound unnoticed, picked his way down what remained of Horizon Ridge. His limbs were becoming lanky and his steps were awkward, but he made good time, and soon was overlooking the majestic sequoias that made up the outer edge of the former pack's territory. There were subtle signs here and there that it one was inhabited, signs that Kevlyn picked up easily even at his young age. It had been abandoned for a long time, though, much longer than he'd been alive.

The coast stretched out before him, a neverending line of dark sand and rushes, yet he didn't intend to go much further from the Sound than this. Caiaphas would be wondering where he was shortly, and the young Spawn had no desire to leave her lonesome. It was his duty to lend his service to the Nereides in any way they wished, and Caiaphas, it seemed, often wished for company but never said it.

Still, the three-month old seated himself stonily atop a mess of crumbled stone and let the wind sweep past him and tousle his messy fur. His bright eyes turned to the ocean—it was the same here as it was in the Sound, he noted—and he let out a slow breath, as though this trip was as much about relaxation as it was about exploration.