Tormented Tarns slipping away

For as long as he could remember, Kaertok had been an adventurous wolf. Granted, that "for as long as" didn't really last that long, but it was all he knew. When his family had uprooted from his birthplace, Malrok had been more excited than upset. And now, several months later, that same excitement arose when he began to see familiar landscapes.

The memories from his family's departure were faint and fleeting, but he remembered here and there. He could see the distinct peak of the mountain he had once called home, and he yearned for it. Steady, solid steps carried him toward Sawtooth Spire, which was still several hours away even at this pace.