Redhawk Caldera (Joining) Adding shadows to the walls.

The mesa had been a strange place for the northerner, and he found that he disliked it - to a point. While it had been exceedingly hot, the flat lands rose high above all else, and the ruddy red of the soil could be seen for miles. Miles which he ate up with his new, vigorous march. The man's discomfort with the heat was soon put to rest, because he quickly found a route down and away from the sun, among some low hills. And then, as his silhouette was swallowed by yet another forest, he felt a cool relief. Njal navigated the woods and continued his search for signs of this caldera pack - and as night sank around him, he gave a momentary pause. Fox had mentioned that her pack was directly south, from what he could recall. And one or two days march away -- and it had been at least that. So he must have been in the right area. Had he overshot the mark?

Njal began to retrace his steps through the forest. In the growing darkness he found it difficult to remember his exact route, and ended up trailing in a wide arc to the north of the trees - but, as luck would have it, he began to detect the scents of wolves. None seemed all that familiar, so at first he was disheartened; all of this travel, only to have found yet another pack that wasn't his intended target. He lingered among the trees of the Haunted Wood, growing a little more despondent as the hours passed him by. He had traveled far, been chased by a bear, dealt with many strange wolves, and even bridged a river - so what was one more risk?

So the old man lifted his head and howled, calling out for @Fox in case she had returned in time to meet him. More than likely, someone else would hear him, but that was fine. For now, he would lurk and wait.