Blacktail Deer Plateau Under cloud and under star

After what had happened, Mali hadn't gotten any closer to the water unless he had to.  His travels had been hampered slightly by the weather, but he'd gotten lucky with a few small snacks along the way.  He'd curled up at the base of a tree for the night but still woke with a nice dusting of snow all over him.  It was still early -- barely light -- but he'd awoken and was ready to figure out where to go from here.  Not exactly a brilliant cartographer, he wasn't sure how far he was from Elysium now.  Probably far enough to prove he wasn't being followed, but he wasn't sure where to go from here.  Somewhere, probably.

The ground sloped gently upwards, and since Mali wasn't a complete dunce, he figured maybe he'd use the extra bit of vantage point from the top to maybe figure out what direction looked appealing.  All he'd decided on was something not by the ocean because those folks were weird as heck.  He yawned, stretched, and after shaking most of the snow out of his fur, started the trek upwards.