Gyrfalcon's Keep red hill

It had been a week since Granite had tumbled down Porcupine Ridge into a ravine. He had meant to find a path back to his pack on Thunderdome… however, his young age and lack of developed skills sent the boy traveling in the wrong direction.

Just a little further, he kept telling himself as the scenery changed like a labyrinth’s walls. He grew hungrier and hungrier until every vertebra created a tiny knoll along his spine. Too young and fatigued to hunt anything, Granite subsisted on plants and late-summer berries - hardly enough for a growing boy.

Rail-thin and oh-so-tired, Granite thought he had hit the jackpot when he stumbled upon a cache of meat that had been squirreled away. Greedily, he began to inhale the food without a single regard for who it might belong to.