Blacktail Deer Plateau before you wreck yo self

thank you! Wraen is wonderful as well. <3

Thanks -- you, too, he replied, giving her a nod. Take care, blinka, he called after her retreating form. Once a shithead, always a shithead. He couldn't resist.

With a heavy sigh, he turned back to the scent and lowered his muzzle, taking another long inhale. The smell filled him with rage; he had to remind himself to temper it, to bottle it, to use it at the right time and in the right place. Misplaced anger was wasted energy. If he could save it all up for the next time he saw that psychopath. . .

Well, death was the least of the things he'd bring to that monster.

Nomajoka, he muttered, and then lifted his head once more, beginning the journey back to the river.