Dragoncrest Cliffs [Mudwallow Lowlands] Tresspasser

The thickset of The Tangle were thinning with every step of a marred paw forward. Rays shifted from slipping in through arching spears and into swathes of warmth that guided the tired wolf from the rocks and drops of the forest into a soft earthed clearing. The day was the warmest it had been in awhile, it comforted Angler, and his pricks and cuts appreciated it too. The cuts on his paw pads were aggravated by the mud under the grass, clogging up his flesh with thick mud.

He soon progressed far enough that the shade of The Tangle left him in the cloud filtered sun. His walk continued, a slight move towards the east, still heading to the coast, but trying to avoid the pack Njord had informed him on.

Soon he came across a puddle of dark water hidden in a depression of the grass. He took the opportunity to pause and clean his feet. He crouched down behind the taller grass that wrapped around the puddle, ears alert for any feet that would walk by.