Serpent Lake the wild hunt

dawn breaks and darroch's haunting jack-o-lantern gaze follows the sun's ascension. it was how he travelled when leaving frosthawks: slumbering during the throes of night: finding abandoned haunts along the way and travelling by the light of day when the shadows of uncertainty where chased away.

darroch follows the slithering of the river, it's path snaking along the lands, pausing now and then to drink from it's cool waters.

the river, as far as he was concerned, was the perfect travelling companion: offering water, a way to cool off when the humidity and heat rose to a crescendo and supplied fish when he was hungry.

even now, as he lingers like a sphinx against it's banks he is loathe to part with it.