Dragoncrest Cliffs ∷ x̂uux̂

The world was different here. Softer, though the ridgeline bit at his paws with every step.
Kanuux moved like a shadow carved from ice and sunlight, broad shoulders rolling under his pale coat as he scythed the earth with heavy strides. The air no longer burned his lungs with frost, and yet he found no warmth in it— not the kind he sought.
South. He had left the glacier behind, its blue cliffs and black storms, seeking what lay beyond. Villages. Fire. Wives. The old rites said a man did not grow strong alone.
Icy eyes swept the expanse below, searching for distant smoke or movement. Instead, only the hush of wind answered him, curling the brine from his fur.
His thoughts drifted briefly to Taktu, his lodgebrother, and whether his path had found him something more than silence.

AW