Morningside Cuesta The nocturnal vault of the heavens.

Despite the rumblings beneath the earth and the uncertainty that hung over the Teekon, Artyom's life had been uneventful. He simply continued to do his best for the pack at Lost Creek Hollow: maintaining borders and keeping caches full. The Terance and his wolves had become something of a family to him during his time among them, and he was glad to have been there to support his leaders following the hardships their former friends dropped on their shoulders.

More recently, the herds seemed to have moved on prematurely; Winter was not yet upon them. He ventured through neighbouring territories over several days in search of fresh indication that they'd simply changed route, but Artyom feared the pack may have to travel further afield to find a substantial meal. He grumbled to himself as he sniffed around the cuesta that afternoon, frustrated to have delayed in his plans to arrange a hunt to teach the Alphas' offspring.