Luneshale Pass the sedge and the bee

The days grew warmer early, this far south. It was enjoyable to the boy; for now, anyway, as the growing sunshine would without a doubt dehydrate him and come it's own tedious, dangerous thing. For now he was content to explore.

Drusk prowled; that was his default. Lurking with his head low as if to track something, when really he found it the most comfortable given his natural largesse. When he had to climb across the steppes he did it without complaint, and only looked back a few times to estimate the time, or the distance.

The fish he had subsisted upon until now was not enough for his growing body and he was hungry, again; so when he thought he spied something moving deep within the pass, he quickened his step. They were deep among the stonework, where the plateau could support a measure of flowers and greenery the likes of which he would not recognize.

The creature was canid, but not wolf. They were small and silvery from this distance. While someone else might have seen a friend, Drusk saw only prey.