Moonstone Quarry wasteland, baby!

In such a short span of time, Chagak had lost everything. The weight of it had hung heavy on his shoulders even when he'd had a very good reason for living close by his side. His sister's presence had meant everything to him — but he'd lost track of @Puffin some time ago. His searching had come to nothing. He felt that the only thing he could do now was continue to leave his scent makings upon their old borders and hope that she found her way back to him.

Still. It was in terrible shame that he returned to these wilds. He'd spent all of one night at the plateau, where he discovered that it held far too many nightmares for him. So he'd ranged inland, fleeing the coast despite the strong pull it had on his heart. Through the empty woodland where his uncle had once been chief.

Straight into a new scent; one that he'd not encountered before.

Without pausing to think, the scarred young man raised his voice in want of an audience. He was too young yet to have become wise, but even he understood that he'd been alone with his thoughts for far too long.