Cassiopeia's View Granny, does your dog bite?

The Godsmouth camp moved further and further from the desert. Crossing the flatlands and taking refuge within the mountains.

Ransem answered to the elder man's request. Finding a place besides the founder, he sat to the man's left. Speaking in the gruff manner he always carried, You've captured your boy again, and now you place your sights elsewhere?

Ransem's eyes trailed to the north. Wolfscent drifted along the wind in large quantities. Quite the party, he imagined.