Blacktail Deer Plateau is one good lie and a river of blood

Morningsong thrived. Dutch knew better than to take this for granted, but he could put off certain duties no longer. While they were still unstable, he hadn't seen the point in visiting Raventhrope to meet them.

But it was time.

Dutch took his sweet time sniffing around the river, curious about the scents that criss-crossed the land. This was one of the quicker route around the mountains, although it forced wolves to pass through Ravensblood Forest, if they did not want to skirt around Silvertip Mountain. Dutch considered this a plus of their placement — he liked to meet passing travelers.

Eventually, he called out to @Ulloriaq that he was going to cross and went crashing through the river, shaking himself off on the other side. The cold had knocked the breath out of him, just a little — when he looked up and saw another wolf not far in the distance, he was momentarily speechless. But then he gave one more violent shake before he wagged his tail in greeting.

He dropped the small parcel he'd brought along.

"Peace be," he called out. "We come bearing gifts from the glacier."