Blacktail Deer Plateau all you have is your fire

will he die, mighty… die? [ 7 ]

Angry at his parents, siblings, and just life in general, he left the plains of his youth only to find himself in—you guessed it—a whole new grassland! There was some mountain-climbing and river-swimming in there somewhere, as he worked to get from Point A to Point B, but none of that mattered; he was pretty awful at climbing the mountains and an undertow had nearly drowned him in the river but whatever, water under the bridge. Anyways, the plains and plateaus of the new region he stumbled across weren’t too far off from the ones he’d come from, only occupied by different bodies.

No biggie.

Mythix carried on without much care for his close proximity to a pack, unintentionally trailing after the silvery wolf as he sought out his own solution to an empty stomach—which was, hopefully, a fresh but abandoned carcass, still fat with meat.