Lion Head Mesa craving something that is just out of reach

my birth pack had plenty of it. snow, ice caps carried along the sea. refusing to call it 'home' felt like a small victory — he wasn't sure verapaz was home yet but he certainly felt more accepted among them then he had in the fjord that had reared him.

reminiscing didn't last long and for this, dracarys was grateful. the topic moved on to what he had learned of the caldera. i smelled many on their borders from afar, though i didn't get too close. i observed under the guise of herd tracking ... which led to a hunt with a loner. she let slip that most of their ranks are deaf, which i thought was interesting.