Wapun Meadow tusk

venextos found his vigor return to him as he focused on more primal things: eat, sleep, travel -- these tasks were hard, arduous even -- they tried his mental stamina and kept the wickedness of his thoughts at bay. perhaps it was better garait was unaware of his quiet troubles - the two brothers may have contrasted each other, but venextos knew he was but a cog without garait -- no more useful to a bird than a singular wing.

they coursed through fir dotted bosks, traversed a raw and tumbling granite landscape -- and at last came across a shadowed plains that sat beneath the eminent rise of a mountain. venextos knew when he came across this pallid landscape, that it was their frontier -- the refashioned home they had been looking for. he looked to his brother in silence -- his expression saying it all.