Nova Peak burn butcher burn

@Skorpa or @Ayovi (or both)

wide splayed feet hasten the man across the wilderness of the taiga. he has left his wife settled in a safe den, where she may rest; exhausted from their travels from the tuktu to the snowforest. he has promised her—soon—they will settle.

even though it pulls into question everything he stands for. the bastard was no idle man, and he never had been. from birth, he moved. hunted with his people, slew those who threatened their ways.

now he settles with a woman at his side, her belly growing plumper by the day with his children. but she is feeble, all the same. she thins. it is difficult for lorcan to keep her fed, plentifully, on his own. driven by desperation, he follows after the first scent of other wolves he finds.

guard hairs furious as they stand-upright, hackles pin-pointed with unease. the scent of these two is thick over this territory he cautiously begins to walk, lorcan's head raising high to appraise the peak.