Northstar Vale Keep on movin'

for @Viskani

Greywood paused, his paws sinking slightly into the soft earth. The air was dense with the scent of trees—cedar, pine, and spruce—all mingling in a heady cocktail of the wild. The place was vibrant with life: the distant call of a bird, the rustle of unseen creatures moving through the underbrush, and the faint murmur of water over stone.

And yet, it was not home.

He had been traveling for days, following trails that grew fainter the farther he strayed from Solhearth. This place, for all its beauty, was unfamiliar—a fragment of the world he had never known.

He couldn't help but be curious, despite the overwhelming scent of other wolves. A pack.