Boartusk Heights Atarashī

It was midday and Haru was already exhausted.

The lean figure followed a path along the mountain, careful not to allow it to lead him too high. He knew he wouldn’t like the journey down and that it was unlikely he’d find anything up there worth his time. As he had climbed to that point, Haru had wondered why he bothered venturing that far at all.

The thief’s riverstone gaze scanned the horizon with a sigh through his nose. He’d hunt if he could motivate himself. The thought of chasing prey along the wild range of unfamiliar territory was unappealing, even though his stomach lurched with hunger.

Haru decided to press on, instead.