Sunspire Mountains the things that you've got coming will consume you

Riley hadn't gone far following his assault in the deepwoods. He'd stuck close to Esme, mostly resting -- alternating between languishing in a shallow brook to nurse his wounds, and drying in the sun. 

His ears flicked lazily, warding off the buzzing interest of several gnats that kept landing near his wound sites. Stiffly, Riley dragged himself down into the water again -- entirely unaware of the entourage that approached.