a hollow wooden door

Transit thread. Open to anyone that can be quick!

After numerous interactions with the wolves of the plateau, Anselm saw his efforts being in vain. He was chased off far too frequently; no amount of food was worth that much trouble. So, he set about returning north. First finding a route back to the ridgelands, then tracing a path through the trees, until finally departing their shadows. To his left was the coast, to his right, the mountains. With high hopes for the cliffs and hills of the mountainside, Anselm chose to head east - out in to the plains. By midday he had hiked quite a ways, but there was nothing of great interest thus far. If he had known how to track game, then he'd have been more aware of the nearby herd of elk which had taken up residence just north of the mountains - but alas, he wasn't so skillful.