Sheepeater Cliff -- ᴏᴀᴛʜʙᴏᴜɴᴅ

@Miyako

Varick hung close to where the pretty girl that accompanied him in the burned wood had parted ways to meet with her friend.  Well, where to, Varick? He did not know.  So he waited.

He clung to where she departed, unsure of what to do next.  The thought came to him, eventually, that he should find his way to the pack she had sought out and make sure she'd settled in alright.

The thought is enough to get the Rangvaldr stirring.  He pushes forth towards the packlands, coming to a resting point on a peak outside the borders.  Golden titans circled overhead, swooping down from great heights to antagonize the mountain goats that dotted the rolling cliffs.

The lone wolf had wished that one would fall off for him but simply wishing never accomplished anything, and even one as tall and broad as himself would have difficulty scoring a mountain goat on his own.  

Instead, he lifted his muzzle to the air and let out a mighty howl, summoning her ideally but whomever might be nearby.