Bitterroot Valley ingwaz; the beginning of something

For @Molpadia!

He inhaled, invigorated by the chilled air rushing through his nostrils. Instinctively, he knew he was nearing his birthplace— perhaps another week at most, much less if he did not rest— and in his bones, Kaylan felt that he was coming home. It was oddly sentimental and entirely irrational, but such was the effect of nostalgia on even the most stoic of creatures. He made a rumbling sound of contentment.

A large swath of snow-covered plains stretched out before him, heavy and wet from the reluctant spring weather. He angled towards the mountains in the distance, eyes blinking against the reflected sunlight, and began his journey toward the coastline.