Hideaway Strath in your crypt

The jaunt was much needed, though he wouldn’t have admitted to it. Even with winter pressing close to their homeland, the mountains were relatively safe still to traverse and worth the trek. The views still drew wanderlust into his gaze and step and he found himself longing to range and pursue whatever tickled his fancy through the wilderness—the weak pull of it felt stronger now than ever with things having gone quiet between the mountain and the glen.

He had assured @Hydra that they wouldn’t be gone long, though the determination of length was a questionable one at best. Even as skilled at travel as the trio were, it was not a short trek to the hinterland that existed on the other side of the mountainous divide. And if it hadn’t been for notes of interest, they may have dared to go further than the basin they found themselves in.

Keres had hastened to it first and Dirge followed, pulling Desdemona in tow.

They soon found the source of interest to his surprise—others.

Silence held his tongue as he let his sister address the first wolf they came across, though interest had writ itself across his face. The locale didn’t seem too bad, if one enjoyed being encircled by sharp stone and tucked away. It seemed a safe place and no wonder if there were wolves lurking just beyond their line of sight where the forests engulfed them whole. No wonder they were trying to seek a home there.

Another turned up, then another, and this one held his interest. A behemoth of a wolf, though Dirge could tell he was more than just wolf. His experience with the exotic and mixed was limited, but the man drew a striking contrast to the women in his company. The leader, if the knave king had to supply a station to him, and the words that followed that thought only confirmed such.

"Seems fair," he said to appraise, though the tone was loose.

They would have to tread carefully, he thought.