Dawnlark Plains Sea of Green

Valtyr traveled North after visiting the Plateau with renewed confidence. Soon he would be a member of Lost Creek Hollow and would be expected to have some skills to benefit their tribe. He thought of ways to improve his meager abilities and sighed when he realized, once again, how much he had to learn. Tracking, botany, hunting... all skills he needed to improve.

A lumber shape caught his attention. Large prey moved in the distance... northern animals Valtyr had never seen, and he watched the curiously. The plains of the taiga were vast like a green sea and left little cover to shelter a lone wolf, unlike Emberwood. How much longer would he remain here?