Greatwater Lake Or something better, I could care less

He watched as suspicion wound its way into an ailing frame, the wolf trying to compose himself. Valtari remained unmoving, almost statuesque if not for the gentle winds that put his coat into disarray. There were many clues to draw from what he was told, some to confirm his wonders about the relatively empty portion of the plains, others that churned up questions—like why a band of wolves would come out here, to such a void place.

"Hunting," he provided, "though there seems to be a lack of that going on here. I haven't seen a thing worth eating for days." The omens brought on by calamity; the churning sea of the north and the smoky sky of the east. He wondered if the wolf had seen such changes and decided that he probably had—who could miss them? There were signs of the trembling earth even here, though not even Valtari could explain why the land had become so angry for so long.

"So why settle here?"