Silvertip Mountain pine and lavender

Snow faded to mountainous terrain and the Taggerung continued to walk alongside the one-eyed Scourge. He did not have to feign interest. The territory alone was something to marvel at.

When given the name of the devil’s claim, Tagg could not help but to smile knowingly at the moniker.

I see what you’ve done there. A fitting name.

It was, for the wolf who carried the spirit of the bear.