Duskfire Glacier Royals

Open to all, but paging @Brewster! <3

Dust. Ash. Smoke. And heat...un-relenting heat.
For a time, it was all he remembered. All he felt...sensed. He didn't know how long it had been since he had pushed through that choking veil of fog, but he had broken through and emerged triumphant. On the other side, lay a world foreign to him. Undaunted, the devout follower cleared his mind, letting himself be guided by the wisdom of the High Elk.
West. Head west, was the voiceless command of his one true god. Without flinching, without fear, that is where Chad turned. The scent of stale smoke and ash still lingered in the air this way, giving him hope that here indeed, is where his kin had fled to. He cared not what this land was called or what creatures dubbed these Wilds their home. His path was painted out for him and he knew only but forward. He would not be diverted from it.

Still feeling the long-gone flames licking at his ears, the smoke turning his throat to parchment, the looker of a wolf sent a reverent praise of thanks to his god when he saw the glacier and the precious lake of meltwater. The woodland surrounding it seemed peaceful, a sight to behold. It was all ignored as he rushed forward, but never, never without that little hint of a sway to his step. Sighing, he pressed his cracked lips down to the water to drink, sun fire eyes staring back at his own reflection.