Spotted Eagle Mountain what light breaks through these clouds

@Rheia

He had grown used to wandering. As filos of his tribe in the south, he had ranged far and wide, looking for friends to become family. Now he had come even farther, and it made sense that he would not rest for more than a day or two at a time, looking for faces both familiar and foreign.

Phocion had zig-zagged through the valley, noting things here and there. Like, there were still wolves inhabiting the caldera, but the scent markings were different than when he had first encountered the place; different personalities had come and gone in the seasons he had been gone. Teekon was the same, but it also had changed.

With distaste, he noticed that the nights had been cloudy--not good at all for stargazing. Only Fengari's ethereal light managed to reach the earth, coming through the murky, snowy sky as a beacon to guide his way. He grew more full with each passing night, and soon would be at his best.

Phocion climbed into yet another mountain range, icy blues squinted tight against the snow pelting his face. The trees were barren and charred here, and he felt a small pang of sadness as he realized that fire must have ravaged this place some time ago.

Fire was Iliana's realm. Fire is the enemy, and snow cleanses us all.