Golden Glade Mitsik

Antha seemed to believe that it was a good omen, a place of peace that would offer them a fruitful rest. The northerner nodded his head, hoping that her words were true.

I cannot help but feel that it is too good, after so much hardship.

Issorartuyok chuckled, a soft rumbling noise. Their difficult times were nothing to laugh at, but his own bleakheartedness had given him pause. All he wished for was the safety of the glacier wolves. He wanted a land where children could be born and could live their lives with nothing to worry about. In the years to come, the northern man would like to see generations of his own blood prowling the woodland.

You are a skilled scout, Antha. The man nodded toward her. They would not have found their destination without her help.