Razorback Ridge We look at the future and help it along,

Like many, Brewster had sought refuge in the mountains, his hand forced due to the torrential rains. First fire, now floods — what's next for the disastrous Déorwine? He thought solemnly with a huff of a laugh. Perhaps it was all just a test for them, to flush out the nonbelievers, those who betrayed the faith in some way. Perhaps it had not been a punishment, but a culling.

The thought did not sit well with the man, so he shifted his attention to the path ahead. It was a rugged slope, littered with pitfalls made no easier due to the current downpour. He wasn't quite sure where he was going, but he had had the idea to head higher to get a scope of the land. The mountains would not be their final home, but maybe beyond them...?

Brewster squinted against the rain, making out a slim, dark figure up ahead who had also found themselves upon these cursed peaks. The falls had dulled his senses, and the still healing injury upon his paw made movement slow, so the man could only hope the stranger was a friendly one. Knowing it would only be a matter of time before he was discovered, the Déorwine decided to make himself known.

"Careful ya don't get washed away up here, hey?" he called out cheerfully, picking his way across the rocky trail.