Blacktail Deer Plateau tibia mysteries

Unaware he had a shadow, the boy pressed onwards until he found he could go no further. A steep cliff barred his way, the grassy upwards slope he had been climbing stopping abruptly to give way to a dramatic drop. Before him, the lands beyond stretched out almost infinitely. He peered at the distant mountains, before turning to survey the ocean to the northwest, nose working overtime as he puzzled over the many scents that the winds atop the Plateau brought to him.

A dark ear turned back as the stern but soft voice of another spoke, and he offered a wave of his tail in response before turning to glance at the woman. He recognised her as a fellow pack mate, not quite his mother but she had been just as involved in their short lives so far.

Her warning was not dismissed by the boy, but if he took it on board at all, he did not show it. Instead he gave a nod to her question, turning to the sprawling lands again as a breeze picked up. "Big," he stated simply, as if Greyfalcon also hadn't known how far their home stretched.

He leaned forward a little, trying to pick out his father's scent from the wind. "Where he go?" he then asked, assuming she'd know it was their Konungr he was talking about.