Ankyra Sound time's the thief of memory

He kept away from concealed spaces as he traveled. The sight of dark forests along his route made him quicken his step as much as possible, making that limp all the more pronounced. The wolf could not explain his immediate desire for avoidance — but at the very least it kept his path easy. By keeping to the coast he could avoid the deep snow found inland, and that cut time from his path as well, although he had nowhere specific in mind as he slunk along.

Eventually there came the rising of another forest, and this time it blocked his path and would force him down along the cliffside until only sand welcomed his arrival. This wasn't so bad; he was protected by the sheer cliffs rising on one side of him, and the roaring ocean on the other. With a few quick glances at his surroundings Firefly delved along the path, and while it took him longer than the average wolf of perfect health, he reached the stretch of sand eventually and felt himself relax.