Kintla Flatlands wrought in stygian visions

For @Osprey. Set nearish to Blacktail Deer Plateau~

Breathless as her final attempt at scoring a meal eluded her, Echelon lumbered to an ungraceful stop. It had been a foolish attempt, thinking she could have capture a thin mule deer on her own, but she had given it her best shot. But even it had managed to lose her in a winding copse, and would more than likely live to see another day. She hadn't come out of it unscathed either, turning her attention briefly to where she had skinned flesh beneath her winter coat. It stung, no doubt bruised, but the cold had staved off most of the pain. It almost went without mention, but she knew she would feel the bruising come morning.

As she gathered her stamina back, the dark-haired Phase drew her gaze to the bare canopies above. It was late in the day, the sun having set beneath the sea somewhere ahead of her. The west, that she knew. The only thing it left behind now was the trailing twilight, and a haze that spoke of the clouds that were beginning to roll back in from wherever. She hadn't paid mind to the weather lately, but she didn't foresee it becoming worse. It was cold, but nothing like the bitter chill that had set upon the wolves of Tartok as they had chased her loose of their grasp. The warmer climes here were more welcoming... not that she was keen on being welcomed. Her bearing were beginning to come back to her through the days and while she couldn't pinpoint where she was, she had recognized the mountains to her north. The plateau that she hadn't investigated, the coast to her direct west, there were bits and pieces in her gaping mental map.

This was the region where she had lost sight and trail of Tonravik. Where her aokkatti had left her behind. Resisting the temptation to sulk and fall to her haunches, Echelon pressed onward. She would make good of things in time, she hoped.

the sword — how heavy this axe