fly on

With the intention of spending a day or so out away from the hollow and its contents, Mordecai had set out to gain a better sense of the land around them. Part of it was simply to ascertain that there were no other packs nearby that he had wondered after, and another part of it was simply to gain a foothold of where the herds meandered off to. And in truth, there was much of the broad valley that he had not explored. It called to him, and like an inkling desire to discover, he had willingly risked the venture out to see what unfolded.

He made good time across the broad swath of varying terrain, taking in the sights as though he were nothing more than a tourist. And in some sense, that was exactly what the Ostrega truly was. He skirted past the northern forests that more than likely belonged to the wolves of Bearclaw and continued west, back towards the mountains that he and his merry band of growing followers had come across weeks ago.

And midst it all, he was drawn to the larger and more majestic of waterfalls that stood out through the rise of foothills. At it's peak, the rushing waters that tumbled downward were even above the forestry in the foothills. These particular installations fascinated him, though truly waterfalls were nothing that he hadn't seen before. Still, their inception tugged at curiosity deep within him. As he drew closer to the base where those waters met with the lake well behind him, Mordecai slowed to a stop to admire the sound, and felt the mist greet him.