Honeyed Pasture o, are you a pirate, or a man o' war

Anyone!

Onwards the Tortugan crew travelled, spreading out like fingers across the lands in search for the boy Alizarin and the wolves of Rusalka. Though they favoured scouting along the coast, Kingsley decided to chance heading inland for a while. Perhaps the wolves from the packs here knew the whereabouts of the quarry they searched for.

With loping strides, the man made his way through a rolling field, almost sea-like with its long grasses and far-reaching horizon. He cast a scrutinising gaze over it, noting a small herd of deer in the distance, before dropping his nose towards the earth and beginning his search for wolf scent.