Redsand Canyon Black house will rock, blind boys don't lie

His companion’s response startled him, mostly because Atreus hadn’t really been aware he’d spoken out loud. He halted in his step and gave Alaric a look. Despite himself, Atreus kind of softened at the other wolf’s enthusiastic reaction to what was quite a risky endeavor.

In the end, their tracking led them to an impasse, the ground crumbling underfoot and the path narrowing. Atreus was fairly surefooted, though he didn’t know about Alaric. And no game was worth risking his life. He turned and motioned Alaric back the way they had come.

But as they descended toward the less rugged terrain on the mount’s western slopes, they came across the carcass of a fox. It was neither fresh nor the type of meat Atreus preferred, though he wondered if the pelt might be of use. It was in pristine condition, save for the head, the vulpine’s skull presumably crushed by a great fall.

Grab it, Atreus said after taking a moment to assess their fortunate discovery, and follow me.