Sheepeater Cliff we made our homes in different places

I'm being vague about some stuff because important threads aren't finished yet. But he wouldn't just sit back and ignore the howls of @Liffey or @Rannoch so, lets tempt fate some more! You get #400!

The calls came one by one and at first Screech wasn't sure he could trust the wind, or his ears. They were so close, but they came from the strangest place — from the mountains first, from Moonspear or close enough — and he was struck by a mixture of sensations. An elation upon hearing those familiar voices. A fear too, because they came from enemy territory (he entertained a thought that they had been captured but, Screech remained loyal to Rannoch and believed he would never lose to the likes of the Cerberus). He had to fight the urge to tilt back his own head and sing. He wanted them to find him but not Hydra, not her mother or her sisters. He had barely escaped the last time.

He knew it was foolish to try and find them, but Screech could not sit idle. He kept close to the riverbank when he began his trek and made sure to cover his route by walking the ice-strewn edge, or dipping in to the chilly water if he must. It was a day of exploration, a night of restlessness where he waited in the shadow of a mountain range. He was tired and hungry, but the boy would not turn back unless he must. There had been no sign of Moonspear here; he was on the opposite side of the forbidden valley now.

The rocky paths lead upwards along a ridge that broke apart in to a series of cliffs, working their way up the range. He did not want to get too far from his new home — yet Screech drank in the clear mountain air, surveyed the snowy landscape, and with a lift of his chin he dared the universe to take this moment away from him.

His song was brief but he hoped it was enough. 'Rannoch! Liffey!' As his voice died in the air he slunk in to the shadows of the hillside forest, waiting for a response from the air or the sound of anyone's approach.