Shy Deer Steppes Where the shivering dog rests

The warrior’s coat was layered with snow when he reached the steppes. His gait had slowed more than an hour before he had found his target, but he had not seen many leave the mesa territory.

Upon the steppes, Foxfur found a small cave where he could find some peace from the cold through the coming night. It looked out across the mesa. He would have a fine view of the southern side of it if the sun rose in the morning. With a frown, the warrior cast his gaze to the skies and searched the clouds for a sign of such a blessing. Darker ones loomed in the distance.