Big Salmon Lake Look at all those chickens

i didn't see this marked with private or aw, so let me know if you were expecting someone else and we can make this post a single cameo appearance before kodlak disappears.

The breath of the night sky had whispered to him many moons before he had reached the Teekon Wilds. He had known it well, and the Nord had often searched the northern lights for spiritual guidance along his journey. Though he had been led far from the tundra of the northernmost Jorrvaskr, Kodlak carried little regret in the bulk of his warrior shoulders. He had become a Companion so that he would know the earth and what it had to offer; he had not taken the Harbinger’s rank to long for his home.
 
The lake was quiet, lapping gently at the shoreline with a leisurely tug and pull. The Nord trekked just outside of reach, head low and swaying with each step forward. His coat stood out as a stark contrast to the rich navy and twinkling silver in the sky. Even the waters were illuminated in a glow of cerulean that matched only what was shimmering from overhead. Kodlak was the dusty storm torn figure against an obsidian backdrop. Though his movements were careful and calculated in aim of the mountain, he could not conceal himself well enough to bother.
 
The hybrid wolfdog that roamed ahead of him was missed by his sea-toned sights. Kodlak was not in favor of the wind, either, and so he continued the lumbering trek that carried him across loose skipping stones and damp soils. Ahead, he could see a river that twisted into the heart of a towering forest. It was all that blocked him from the rising mountains beyond.