Wheeling Gull Isle The people who survived the sword found grace in the wilderness

Can fade here or pursue hunt <3

No sadness.
No grief.
Yet there was and it was mournful. Winter would come. They had no choice. For as much as failure loomed over their heads in this attempt, no choice was left. Now would begin the curve of Malakai being not just a boy, but a man.

But a boy to him still, that he would not part from.

Never.

"All right."
A firm nod, and the ash of his pelt turned to the high winds.

"I will guide you."

He was no master hunter.

But for Malakai, he would have to be.