Permafrost Hollows she names conquerors, and the servile regimes they birthed

tezcacoatl takes in the familiar territory with a overbearing sense of nostalgia. a pack has staked claim to duskfire glacier to the west and there is a resounding disappointment that it is not tuwawi's scent. he hadn't really expected it to be but there is a part of the rekkr that will continue to search for her in the hopes that their paths might cross in the future once more despite that it has been many years since he's last seen her. the peak of the mountain coated in the glacier's sheet ice pokes out of it and reaches towards the horizon like a frost giant's baby tooth. tezcacoatl, upon the pack scent that the wind carries from the glacier, adjusted his course to take him south towards frostfire ridge. it's borders touch the glacier's own and the serpent king makes his way through the forest towards his once and quickly fallen kingdom glad that there are no pack scents emitting from the ridge's borders. it is unlikely there ever would be with a pack settled in the glacier's territory but a lone wolf could make the ridge his haunt without issue.

the season of harvest has just begun though the frosts have yet to come. the herds have yet to migrate to warmer climates and tezcacoatl intends to stay lone for as long as he can. until the biting chill of winter chases him reluctantly into the temporary shelter of a pack's borders, at least. at least this time he comes to the wilds to find it prospering instead of being ravaged by a plague of pestilence as it had been during his last jaunt here. the famine had been enough to force him to reconsider and seek asylum elsewhere ...back to coatl's rise where he found himself leader of a culture that despised him for being male but reluctantly accepted him as their patriarch because of the coatl markings he bore beneath each frosted blue eye. three daughters came out of that time, though, and at least the amazons of coatl's rise could not say his time spent there was not fruitful. he left them with three young queens trusting the legacy of the coatl's to his sprightly daughters while he sought the place that was more home to him than the rise. not for retirement, though. tezcacoatl was too tenacious and ambitious for that. like his mother before him, his retirement would only come with his death.

though it is frostfire ridge he seeks to haunt he lingers in the forest of the permafrost hollows. it has been a long time since he last stepped foot in these wilds and tezcacoatl has nothing but time. much has changed since he was last here and he is an adventurer first and foremost.