Whitefish River rune

He once again slipped from the borders and headed towards the grassy plains their home overlooked, figuring that he hadn't run into much trouble last time – both at the river and when he had returned home – so what was the harm in a repeat adventure? Besides, he felt like he had explored the same tracks over and over at the Plateau – he grew curious about what world was like beyond Raventhorpe's territory.

Arrax paused as he neared the flowing waters, spotting another roving further ahead, her back turned to him. For a moment, he mistook her for the mysterious wolf he had met the last time he was here, though this woman's coat had a far warmer hue.

He watched for a moment before beginning after her, tail waving nonchalantly in the air.