Totoka River We'll be sailing,

He lurked along the coast here and there in the days that past, the wintry chill in the air more and more obvious. They were closer to the north again here, this he knew, but it was still a long distance to put them back in the realm that they had once lived in. Not that it was their particular intention to return to familiar climes by any means, but it had been the way that the hringja had led them.

Still, the comfort he had found along the jagged and easy slopes where the raven’s lived had given them much to think about. It was a pause in their travels that they had needed without really knowing it, perhaps more so now that they had others in tow. Though he conferred with his brother on a regular basis, he had not been long in the company of @Meadow, or rather as he called to call her now, Engi or the young @Miwa either. @Stjornuati was truly the only one that he spend an obscene amount of time in the company of, though now the two worked more solo in this span of time to draw up their considerations. But both always listened for the hringja, and the ravens had been telling them plenty in their dreams.

Further back from the coast, he trailed the river looking for an appropriate place to cross safely.

He had been on his own so far today, though he knew that would change. The subtle shift of seasons was drawing more and more out to hunt and to gather what they could before frost snuffed out the life and the cold drove the herds to mingle elsewhere. He gathered too but only things of his particular interest. Things that would aid them to making a decision to stay or go all listed on some mental pro-and-con scale. He had found where tender shoots of herbs were to tell Stjornuati and he had seen where the ravens found things for them to scavenge.

None of them would tell him of the wolf that would be cutting a path towards him soon.