Hideaway Strath cradle of forest

attn: kingslend/deorwine wolves! but still open to all c:

Over the Boartusk Heights the man had trekked all night, only briefly resting when he came over the shorter mountain's zenith and caught sight of a valley below him. The sun had come to bathe the oasis between the mounts come mid-day... There, seemed like the next reasonable destination. His pathfinding at this point relied on his own estimation, what vague information he knew, and whatever luck he had on his side. He hoped all of that combined that would be enough to find the elken woman again. If not her, then perhaps someone else from her coalition. 

Whenever- if he ever- found them... He was still piecing together what exactly he would say. All he did know was that he didn't feel it right to mention the vision he'd seen on the face of the mount. The Deorwine god was not his to claim he saw, and he still bore a healthy amount of doubt that what he'd seen had been the Great Elk at all- no matter how much he felt drawn to that conclusion. Whether he was right or wrong about it, he would surely find out in time, wouldn't he?

Now, he'd finally reached the area where mountains tumbled down into the strath. His dark legs felt weary from the incline he'd forced them to endure over the previous night. Here seemed like a good place to rest for the moment... So long as things remained as safe as they looked. From what he could already see, the oasis-kin strath seemed even more beautiful and tranquil than the other side of the barrier mountains he'd already grown so fond of.