Moonspear wilding like that coyote

"A bit of it, mostly along the coast and the forests over the mountains in the west," he replied. Those were the places he had lingered the most, letting the late summer roll into the fall before the inevitable winter had eclipsed warmer weather. It was there he remembered distinctly, though it was also where he had parted from Saor. She had wanted to continue their venture, but he had been held back by the very thing that had brought him here. These things, however, he would not be disclosing.

He hummed for a moment, still in thought.

"I also spent a bit of time in the mountains on the other side of the valley as well. It was brief, maybe in early summertime. So I know of the plains and river some ways from here. Shame the herds there don't come closer," he trailed off pensively. It would have been nice, but he was not blind to the mileage or the pack that lingered out there distantly. It would have been a fool's errand to stretch themselves that far.