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I figured D: All good, though, I was planning on this being a short thread!

It seemed the wind was beginning to pick up. Dust and small leaves swirled around his paws as he trailed along, head bowed to avoid the sunlight glaring off the cliff-faces. The strong mix of stone and dirt almost stung his nose as he was so accustomed to the salty scent of the sea. How anyone would be able to live here, he had no idea. It was just so dry. Granted, it was summer, perhaps in winter it would be more tolerable. Atreyu gave a glance to the forest the path overlooked, wondering if it was any different to the forest he had almost entered before meeting Ragnar. So enamoured by the foreign landscape, when the pungent scent of urine carried by the breeze hit him, he overlooked it.

The clicking of claws against stone and the rustle of bushes also went unheard by the ignorant boy until the sharp smell of female demanded his attention. "Huh," he grunted, confused by the sudden scent and looked up, confronted with a sight that made his heart leap into his throat. A white-furred woman, easily as large as the Alpha of the Bay was barrelling towards him, lips pulled back into a savage snarl. Eyes widening, the boy immediately flattened his ears and lowered himself to the ground, yet fear held him in place, freezing his limbs even though every instinct he had told him to run.