Barrow Fields i was lost in the cities, alone in the hills

When the world seemingly ended, he had to turn inland despite all of his innate misgivings. It took some effort to climb along the cliffs until rolling hills met his gaze, longer still for him to meander through the meadow until he was content enough to pause and rest. The wide open space reminded him of the salt flats; with the dense layers of snow covering all the foliage it was not dissimilar.

Here, too, he found a narrowly built figure trekking through the snow. The wolf was not eager to pursue them, but found himself slinking along anyways - and as he followed after the deer he was set upon by a sense of deja-vu.