The Wall i put my fears inside

the wall is a constant looming earthen titan, pressed against the plateau the wolves of basilica call home. it is in the early throes of the misty morning that ingram follows the easy path down from the plateau, where the whitefish river curves along the rockface of his own home towards ravenblood forest and begins the trek up the wall.

though the path is wide and relatively easy to follow: not appearing to be too treacherous ( to his relief ) the loose rocks along it are slick with damp. it makes his climb slow and gradual to where the path leads to level rock which heightens the sense of relief he feels at having reached it.

he is reminded of arrow lake, though minus it's most defining features: the lake itself and the giant boulder that served as a massive family grave. a low rumble vibrates in his throat as he explores, mindful of his steps.