Totoka River my cathedral is the badlands

a nod brought the man forward with an affable expression --the other wore the scent he had recently sensed upon amekaze, one of stone spires and dark, cool moss. "hello," the man called in his softly accented tones, halting a few paces away to assess his companion. the wolf opposite him was brightly-eyed, alert, with a palpable aura of intelligence -- lasher enjoyed the company of such creatures.

"do you visit the coast also?" the druid inquired, alluding to his own journey thus.