Phoenix Maplewood Øye

Maybe @Eurmal if you would like to have some sibling fun. <3 >w<

The mountains had shifted and gave way to a lush maple woodland. Jörmungandr had taken his time traversing from one place to the next. His legs were not weary, his body was strong, and his mind was clear. The forest would give him an opportunity for hunting.

As he had passed along the rocky base of the mountain some miles back, Jörmungandr had scented the markings of pack wolves. They did not carry any of the scents of his people, or the pale-coats. He had strayed far enough from their borders that he had avoided contact with the mysterious group. Curiosity buzzed quietly in his mind. If Svart had led them there, did he not wish for them to create new followers? The wolves in the unknown land were not of Svart or Kvit – they were unclaimed by belief.

Pausing at the edge of the maple trees, Jörmungandr drew his snout up to the air and sniffed. His single bloody eye roamed the lands that stretched around the wood. There was a stretching mountain range. Beyond it, he did not know.