Duskfire Glacier golden days.

Ezrah moved casually along the borders of Duskfire’s claim, his gaze sweeping almost lazily out across the territory beyond. He knew the place well enough to be comfortable letting his guard down some. His senses were tuned in well enough that anything out of the ordinary would snag his attention, even if he wasn’t being hyper vigilant. He paused here and there to mark a tree or a rock, giving the ground a few cursory whiffs before moving on. It was boring work, but it had to be done.

The rumble of distant thunder made him pause and look up from the ground. There were hulking gray clouds gathered in the distance. Ezrah watched them for a moment with studious interest, noting the direction they were moving in. A flash of lightning. He smirked briefly. Looks like he’d be getting wet in the near future. For now, the sky above him continued to glow a rosey gold as he moved on.