Greatwater Lake dripping in solid gold

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There was still no sign of Valravn in the moors, much to Kaertok's dismay. He had veered away from the coast once he had gotten to the river, turning inland and thinking he might be able to ask around. It was not likely to give him anything, but it seemed worth a shot. If the boy was not on the coast, he had to be inland, right? Or dead, but Kaertok did not wish to think of that right now.

When he came upon a lake that could have passed for the ocean from certain vantage points, he slowed, scanning the shores for movement. It was not Valravn, but another wolf who may be able to provide him with some direction. Setting his sights on the creamy figure, Kaertok made his way toward her, slowing as he got closer.

Hello, he said. I'm looking for a boy named Valravn. He is dark with green eyes. Have you seen anybody like that?