Blacktail Deer Plateau Insert cool title here

Sylvas lingered near the river that flowed through the middle of the land, all the while his pale hazle eyes were cautiously observing the vast terrain as torn ears pivoted a top his head, listening to the gentle sound of the running waters beside him. 

It was beautiful here, the mercenary couldn't deny that and even though Sylvas had been slightly reluctant to leave the cuesta, he could already feel himself settling down here, in the plateau.

Lost in his thoughts, the scarred male shifted himself on large paws, a single ear flicking backward as the brute turned to gaze in the direction of the outskirts. And for a brief moment, Sylvas peered at the spot where he and the others had first arrived - only a few moons back and throughout most of the journey, Syl knew he had been quiet and distant to those around him. Even now, the distance still continued..

He grumbled some, looking away from the fringes and back to the woodland that was located just opposite of the running river from where he stood. Licking his muzzle, the mercenary stared silently ahead, his leathery nostrils flaring as he began to sniff at the cold air, the aromas that filled the plateau, being carried to him by the chilly Autumn breeze that swept sharply through the terrain.