Silver Moraine Aiokatti

Maybe um... @Njord?

Kilgitsuk chose to journey further north for a second time, given that his first attempt to track any dangers to Swiftcurrent had amounted to nothing; he did not think he would find anything this time either, however scouting for villains was a good excuse to get away and stretch his legs a bit.

The man failed to see any reason why he might want to roam far, not taking the season in to account or the occasional howls he could hear from different directions each night; to Kilgitsuk, it was natural to trust in the wandering nature of menfolk, and as this was a common practice to the more nomadic Tartok wolves, he would not think deeply about it.

The pine forest spanned a massive distance, with an abundance of exposed stone irregularly parting the center of it, as if a giant bird had cut the earth with its talons and come away with a fistful of stone. This corridor - this wound - ran in to the north and to the edge of the Qeya, but Kilgitsuk did not think he had the emotional fortitude to see the place again. Not so soon, not when his own wound was so fresh.