Dragoncrest Cliffs I can see where we all soon will be

As Artax hop-skipped across the Teekon Wilds, he did take a moment here and there to sleep, believe it or not. He also ate. And pooped. You know, everyday normal wolf things. He occasionally reflected on his time here and how different he had been the last time he'd come to the Teekon Wilds. Back then, he had been deeply religious. Back then, he had thought that his every move was directed by Atka and Sos.

He had not completely forgotten his gods, but he did feel they had less power over him now. They were mere background figures that he occasionally consulted when he needed to. Now was not one of those times.

Jorma had been gnawing on a meaty bone scavenged from some long-gone creature when a bright red wolf entered his field of vision. Always up for company, he stood, grabbing the bone with the intention of using it as a peace offering. The guy looked... nervous.

Artax tossed the bone in his direction. You look like you could use something to take the edge off.