Fox's Glade gawad

Title translation: howling.

The prince had wandered from the forested area on one side of the mountain range and had passed through a red rock canyon that had led him to the other. The ground softened once he had stepped through the stone and into a lush valley. Water is what had drawn him from the dark forest to the west. The stag had been parched for some time.
 
He had been careful to pass without alerting the predators in the area. The wolf’s howls had sounded in the air on most nights, keeping the royal alert and awake while he wandered their terrain on his own. The fear of traveling without his herd had been ever present in his mind. Though he had done well to skirt the fanged beasts, Rohan knew that it would not be long before he would cross paths with one or more of them. The thought drew a snort from him as the stag bent his neck to graze.