Emberflame Ridge They say before you start a war, you better know what you're fighting for

@Vixen <3

From the East he had come- left it all behind for, hopefully, something better. Rhys was not one to travel a lot, and so it had to be a good reason for him to leave "home" so suddenly, right? Wrong. His feet had just felt like moving, and so he had done- him not being one to question why he did something. It wasn't like he left much behind anyway; an old den isolated in a quiet forest that he had called his own. Not that there was much to claim there, and it took little to no effort to do so. But it took him 6 whole months to realize the quiet and peaceful was not his style.

Soft footfalls were the only sound he made as he went for the mountains- having never been to one ever before. Now was a better time than ever, he found. Or perhaps he only went there to see if there were wolves crazy enough to claim the dangerous ridges and peaks. Once there, he dragged himself up, not sure what awaited him on the fiery orange ridge, the ground littered with autumn leafs.