Stavanger Bay sound of silence

Outside of the ring of low-lying mountains that surrounded Moonglow, it was easy to see the towering heights of Moonspear. Even still easy to see the mountain chain to the east, beyond the vast open meadows and plain. Arrluk had never gone into the mountains before, savor the foothills of home. He had not seen tundra, giant glaciers, golden wheat plains, desert or canyons. One day he might, or maybe not. 

My father was born in a swamp land, he said. Called Black Bayou. It doesn't particularly sound great.. He spoke lowly and with a shrug of his shoulders. He figured if he lived in lands with little water or without trees or dry land to rest your paws, he might want to venture away. Yet among the Moon tribes, they had forests, mountains, meadow and sea. They had what others might dream to search for. Arrluk had no reason to leave.