Firefly Glen Sukauto

The fog had cleared as the morning stretched on. Grey clouds hung overhead. It looked like it would be another cold day.

Shiranui trotted across the glen toward the northern end of the territory. He wished to map the land so that he and Bartholomew could travel easier. The white wolf traced the outline of the rocky formations, the forests, and the spaces between those things. It looked like there was a good deal of diversity in the terrain.

Curiously, Shiranui turned his stare toward the mountains in the west. He did not know what was on the other side of them, but he believed that the decision to travel north had been a sound one. The white wolf sniffed at the snowy ground, considering turning back to the forest to find the preacher.