Totoka River right down the line

Please let Rosalyn respond first, then this is open to one other!

Perhaps if Kaertok understood beauty in landscape, he would have found this place beautiful. Instead, he simply trudged on, the wet ground below a mild annoyance. He was heading back toward the moors, hoping to catch a more recent scent trail of Valravn. Hopefully the boy had returned home, even if he had not stayed there once he realized his family had moved. In all honesty, Kaertok did not think it had been wise to move so quickly after the boy had gotten himself lost, but it was also not his call to make. He was no longer a leader in any sense of the word. (Had he ever been a leader, beyond his title, with Legion?)

He had requested that @Rosalyn join him (if she so wished), thinking that the boy would respond better if he saw one of his mothers. Kaertok's way of dealing with children was much different than he had seen outsiders deal with theirs. Most children were raised too soft, in his opinion (which he kept to himself, of course).

To their right was the ocean (and a small island), to the left was one of the many small bundles of mountains in the area. Beneath their feet was an almost paper-thin layer of water that splashed with each step. It was chilly, but it was also easier to traverse than attempting to cross the river further inland. Not to mention that the boy was more likely to stick to the coast, considering his origins.