Whitebark Stream High Time

Winter was a poor time for any wolf to travel alone, but circumstances didn't offer the young Valtyr much recourse. He had traversed to the east during the warmer summer months and found a medium sized established pack in a forest purchase. Yet, the political climate shifted and the boy found himself on the road once more. A short stop was all he allowed himself at the glacier -- his family's original kingdom -- before moving south. The snow crunched beneath his feet as the sound of rushing water reached his ears. A river. He moved towards it automatically, seeking drink, and wondered to himself which way to travel next.