Duskfire Glacier this skin is tainted by wasted days

With tensions running high in the Maplewood, it wasn't healthy to stay behind to dwell in sadness or wallow loss. Reek was guided away by a desire to wander. He rose in the morning, and instead of taking his usual morning patrol, he passed the northern border by without a second thought and continued walking.

The sea of green the Maplewood had become tapered away into a land of ice and snow as Reek pushed into the Glacier. Winter's grip here, unlike the nearby territories to the south, remained strong.

Reek stopped his northward trek and looked around. It was a familiar place. He had fought and almost lost his life in this very place almost exactly a year ago. So much had changed between now and then. Now, it was only a distant memory of what was long ago. As Reek scanned the terrain, absently reminiscing about the past, he spotted a black form agaisnt the white of snow. He could already tell who it was from her smell: Thuringwethil.

He remained firmly in place and did not call for her. Instead, he watched from a distance, body alert.