The Floodlands Steady feet, don't fail me now

It wasn't often that Elwood left the plateau, but he followed Wildfire's scent away from the borders. He was blissfully unaware of what had transpired with Artaax; his oblivion was both a blessing and a curse of his retired status. He simply wanted to spend some time with his goddaughter, and her trail happened to lead him into the floodlands at the base of the plateau.

The air was frigid and the ground was slick, but it was easy to spot Wildfire's bright coat against the whitewashed landscape. Picking his way carefully over the frozen surface toward her, he called out to get her attention. "Wiffle," he said loudly, the nickname bringing a smile to his lips as he navigated carefully across the network of icy streams. "Where are you going?" was his next question as he slowly but steadily closed the gap between them.