Tuktu Weir Soul Searching

@Gaia :D

Valtyr was on the hunt again, ranging far from Broken Antler Fen in search of the lost herds. With each day of travel he grew more disheartened. There were no fresh tracks or scat to follow -- meaning his family would not eat. With a huff, he circled back towards Hideaway Strath and the mountain passage he had crossed through. It was a lush area, and the young man couldn't help but wonder if Sebastian would consider moving the pack elsewhere. He and Pearl seemed cemented in their beloved home, however. The Sveijarn couldn't blame them, but he hoped their fortune would turn around soon... already his figure was lean; his features sharpened by the fast.

He passed a lake with a great dam. Beavers? He wondered. Taking a moment to quench his thirst, the firefoot looked out to the lake and frowned at the placid surface.