Morningside Cuesta this railway spine

The scent of the others had grown stronger as he travelled deeper inland, and finally Mengu had found a trail that seemed promising. The scent of the three siblings who travelled together were intertwined, with their individual trails always leading back to the same main path. They were heading somewhere; seeking. When he had finally found them, his relief was almost palpable. His life had purpose once more.

However, there was a sense of frustration among the group, and while the boy picked up on it, he did not comment. The clan always were the tense sort. He had let them be for the past few days, scrounging for extra food and scraps where he could for them. Currently, he was making his way through a gently rising field when the sound of a low growl suddenly rang out behind him. Mengu spun, ears at attention as he spotted the dark figure. Enx. He bent his head low to the man, offering a soft whine of greeting.