Silver Moraine the biggest fire the north has ever seen

He hadn't followed Sangilak to the coast too far (though strayed close every once and a while), content enough to know that she was roaming within these territories. He was grateful he didn't need to travel any further; for as much as he enjoyed it, he had grown tired of rabbit and weasel and longed for something that actually went down fighting. He hungered for the larger game but knew it was suicide to go alone, despite his size.

He kept to the northern reaches, scoping out the territory and enjoying the chill of the air. It was when he picked up his companion's trail that he finally made a beeline in his ambling, long legs carrying him quickly to the beastly woman's side.

Butting his head against her shoulder, he greeted her before quickly sidestepping away, not wanting to be shoved into the sharp rocks that made up the ground here. While they were the same height, Sangilak had the upper hand when it came to sheer girth.