Dragoncrest Cliffs Fruits of Labor

Artyom strayed from @Germanicus as the tell-tale signs of the coast became apparent: a distinct scent of sea salt, the lapping of strong waves against the cliffs and the distant caw of gulls. While he could appreciate the shore, the North ran strong in Artyom's veins. He much preferred the crisp spring waters and dense forest of his home where his beloved family awaited his return.

When he spotted the lithe frame of an unfamiliar she-wolf as she picked her way across the rugged terrain up ahead, the golden Alpha paused to observe her movements. She seemed young and unsure of her steps, and he took a moment to study their surroundings in search of any others. Finding no one, Artyom concluded that she was alone. He moved closer carefully, and offered a friendly wave of his tail as he chuffed aloud to alert her to his presence.