Dragoncrest Cliffs son of none

At the eastern-most edge of their territory. @Blixen @Helix

He'd found a trail in the forest that led him out to sea, and upon finding a strip of weather beaten rock and sand, he began to investigate. It wasn't long before Edmund's hunger flared its ugly head. Some time later, as he trekked inland again, he came upon the scent of hare, and took after it.

It was evening when he finally returned to the head of that path. The wolf smelled distinctly like brine after spending hours running alongside the waves, but he had caught himself that hare and filled his belly. With renewed vigor he grasped the remaining pieces of the hare in his jaws, and set out again.

He didn't go far, though, before the scent of wolf overwhelmed everything else. Edmund placed the half-eaten carcass upon the soil and licked his lips to rid them of old blood, then began to investigate this, too. The scent of wolf was strongest along a ridge of jagged stone; it appeared to lead west, and was so heavily marked tha the began to rethink his route.

The hare lay forgotten.

If there was a pack here, he thought, perhaps my luck has changed.