Silver Moraine the biggest fire the north has ever seen

@Tatkret

Toward the ocean she went, now. The emissary had been sent to her, and she bid him safe travels as he returned. He had asked her: 'What will you do, here?' And she had told him she did not yet know; she needed time yet to decide that. He would return again, Sangilak knew... perhaps in the span of time between now and the future she would have a better sense of what it was she would do, exactly, and when it would be done. There was too much to be done beforehand, and she would accomplish it all.

Sangilak moved toward land that was messy and unkempt, a world rocked and scarred by ice. She had contemplated returning to the Glacier and lingering there, but the sea beckoned her. The beasts of the water would keep her fed, and she could train herself further in its waters. She was a rough woman, and this place was soft. Sangilak sensed that it was somehow young, and knew so little of war. Times of peace were brief and fleeting for Tartok, if only because their expansion was aggressive and they were ever-growing in their conquest to conquer. No doubt the name was familiar to those who had heard of those who had not survived against them, or else the very few that had evaded their grasp. That was, of course, done with intent... survivors were selected and frail. Eventually they too would die, simply on their own. The reason of death went without wondering: the strong survived.

One massive, bearish paw pressed against the stone earth and she began the steady ascent. The rocky earth was but a trail toward her next sojourn.