Horizon Ridge my father was the last lord of light

The yearling had began to map out several different territories, it was nice to get an idea of the lay of the lands. His paws stretched out in all sorts of different directions, picking a landscape was like rolling the dice; all pure luck. Today his journey had taken him towards the Horizontal Ridge, a forest-like area with a rubble of rocks. It was here he researched more about the violence of nature as his paws drifted across the leftovers from the rockslide. It was difficult and troubling to imagine how the territory would look before the rockslide had taken place. He edged close to the woodlands that would provide comfort and shelter whenever his Indiana Jones adventure would come to an end. 

With a soft yawn, opening up his mouth and exposing his teeth to the world for few seconds, Epic realized it was time to search for a place to rest. The lone wanderer walked towards the woodlands until he completely submerged into them. Walking a zig-zagging pattern, the yearling male crossed many, many trees until he was deep into the heartlands. Aimlessly his paws walked for hours upon end until fatigue had taken over. However still, every now and then he saw a glimmer and glance of two eyes. Those eyes didn't look at him, but past him and beyond. It was only faintly that he caught the scent of another wolf. But who was out there? "Hey shadow walker, I do notice you!" This wolf was probably a champion at playing hide and seek.