Chimera Fields it's cool

If it weren't for his current predicament, Remmy might have stopped to enjoy the territory he found himself in. He avoided the torn up and mangled western side of the field and made his way to where flowers were beginning to bud and green blades of grass were peering out from the dirt. Eyes alight with some of his old curiousity, the boy gently sniffed at the new sprouts, delighted that there was some returning normality.

But he was still undoubtedly lost and alone.

There had been a few encounters with others — who he largely tried to avoid — but none of the other Ferrettis. He knew they were by a mountain, but there were so many in this land he didn't know which one to go first. There was a ring of shorter mountains to the south, and distant peaks to the east and west. He tried to remember what the one his family were at looked like, but could only recall the quarrels and uneasiness between them. With a whine, the boy shrivelled into a heap of dark fur and loose skin over bones, almost blending into the dirt as he nervously began to nibble his paws to soothe his nerves.