Blacktail Deer Plateau infinite earth

Home. Well, if it suited Aningan it would eventually suit Tuvak, the boy reasoned. But it wasn't really home, and likely couldn't be home, without those he felt attached to. Should his family ever resurface he would leave the plateau behind without a second thought to the odd wolves gathered here; as it sat now, he was dependent upon them. Even as young as he was, Tuvak knew he couldn't bite the hand that feeds. He did not have to like this place or its people, he merely needed to survive until times were favorable, and then go out and hunt for Takiyok himself. In the meantime he could train and better himself, as he was taught.

He listened half-heartedly, his mind buzzing with grandoise plans for a few minutes as he walked alongside the alpha. When Aningan spoke of the sea the boy's eyes lit up, wondering what exactly was meant by the word. He had not been taught of the various biomes he might encounter and hadn't lived long enough to see anything beyond the reach of Diaspora's mountain range. Well, except for the stampede, the traumatic death of Kazimir, the flatlands where he spied stone spires... He had seen some things, just not enough.

What is that like? Tuvak queried next, hastily, unaware that he was subconciously avoiding thoughts of Kazimir's skull being crushed to pieces in front of him. He felt his mouth dry out and idly grappled with some snow between his teeth to compensate, then added: I lived in mountains. This place is okay, but my mountain was big, it was much better there. Ah, but he remembered the shaking, and how angry the mountain had become - and this thought quieted him.