Razorback Ridge you carry the heavens in your eyes

❝though hungry i haven't seen too many wolves suffering from malnutrition,❞ he murmurs with a shrug. not that, mind, since coming back to the teekons he's conversed with a whole lot of wolves outside of courtfall. he hadn't really had much of a reason to leave and besides that with age his urge to run has finally calmed down. ❝i think they'll be fine and if not ...well, that just means more herds for those of us that can hunt them.❞ melkor rasps with a glimpse at wylla as she flanks him. perhaps, he realizes, it's a cold way to look at it but melkor was very much a 'survival of the fittest' kinda guy and far from a bleeding heart; traits he's gotten straight from his father.

❝i was keeping a close eye on the mountain goats. they're not big game but they're nothing to snub either.❞ and luckily, there seemed to be plenty of mountain goats to spare.