Boartusk Heights Klatre

The rock underfoot was sharp. Jörmungandr had climbed a short way along the edge of the mountain, keeping his eye trained on the settlement that was below. He had scented the marking of wolves after drawing near the strath. It had taken him days of travel through the southern wilderness before he had been able to find a path that would go up the mountain.

Sunlight burned hot upon his dark back. The one-eyed wolf lifted his snout to the air to drink in the scents that were there. He could still smell the pack below. Jörmungandr was not typically a curious wolf, but his nose detected a good number of wolves within the strath. He worked his way back down the rocky mountainside to the base nearest the strath. It was there that he caught a familiar scent.

@Maiken the healer had found a settlement. Jörmungandr called to her.