Blacktail Deer Plateau The Gathering of the Clouds

The hunting was sparse here, and that was putting it nicely.

It was abysmal, the worst of any he had ever seen. With the approach of winter snows already dipping down to their coastal region and further inland, things suddenly felt a lot more grim than they should have. He still needed to pathfind a way up the mountains that the plateau butted up against, but he needed food too. It had been a while since anything substantial had filled the hollow he felt.

Voices pulled him out of the fruitless venture—he heard Raleska, but did not recognize the other. It did not take long to set his icy gaze on the pair, but Valtari kept his distance where the forest would allow him proper cover. This wolf was not of them, but curious enough to have come close. He missed the former half of what he said, but caught the reason he was where he was within the plateau. Had the smoke drawn him in too? Or perhaps it were the quaking earth, the churn of the sea as it ate into the coast.

Valtari decided to continue observing.

a cameo unless y'all wanna spy his stark white ass