Horizon Ridge you are free from the bonds that bound you

There was a familiar smell to the air here—brine and sea grass—and the taste of winter’s chill on the air. He was familiar with coastal environments though he had not been raised there. Solpallur was a wolf from the mountains and deep valleys, where wilderness spread much further and was much wilder than these climes. Where wolves did not pack themselves into tight corners and their territories wavered, waxing and waning with the seasons.

At least from what he had scented as he and @Stjornuati made their way across this domain, that was his best assessment of the packs they had avoided thus far. Strong borders were a deterrent as they should have been, but he could not ascertain much from them other than they were healthy and wary. Little wavering, little breakage—they were guarded, but from what?

No matter, he had forgotten the matter as he climbed the ridge, once again separate from his bróðir. It was easier to cover ground this way for both of them, to make their discoveries and seek each other out later. They never had a predestination in mind to meet, but there was an uncanny, innate way they found one another. Whether following the same trail eventually or simply happening upon each other, it was a safe bet that they were perhaps never truly separated by more than a short distance.

Had there been more of them, they would have spread like a fan across the ridge.

A gull cried and gave him pause, and his head craned skyward to watch it fly.