Whitebark Stream Send away for a priceless gift.

For @Silvertongue

He'd begun his search in the wetlands on the outskirts of his birthplace, having decided to begin to the North and loop his way around to the South before regrouping with Akavir. Viinturuth planned to be gone for a week at most and wanted to cover as much ground as possible, so he moved on swift paws and studied the lay of the land with a keen stare.

The ghost trailed his way toward the glacier, glad for the gentle heat of the Springtime sun on his silvered shoulders. By the time he reached the meltwater streams that led away from the frozen mountain, however, only the dim light of evening remained. Viinturuth paused at the edge of Whitebark to quench his thirst, intent on seeking a place to rest for a few hours before resuming the hunt.