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The hinterlands weren't as bountiful as he had hoped. Yutani decided to make his way towards the coast again, but he didn't really know which way would get him there, and spent at least a day wasting his time trying to find an exit trail. The mountains were obviously impenetrable—he was no mountaineer but he wasn't exactly willing to burn through the rest of his calories in an attempt to scale the barrier they posed. The best he could do was to keep up with the racing river; the falls of the hinterlands sat behind him, and the memories of the pretty girls he'd come across in his travels kept him warm at night.

After that there was more forest, and he couldn't help but groan. The minerality in the air was soothing to him though, and it was a quality that the previous region hadn't held, so that gave him hope. It felt like progress. The weald became so twisted and dark the further north he travelled in to it though—so much so that Yutani wondered if he'd been tricked somehow, waylayed by some malevolent force. 

Just for a change of pace he veered south and spent a day or so exploring the barren quarry, at least until he was so hungry and so frustrated that not even the scent of wolf could bring any enthusiasm to his features. His jaw was set, his eyes half-lidded, and when that scent hit his nose they rolled in his head a little bit. So many wolves thus far in his travels but nothing to eat—no wonder this place was an empty mess.