Greatwater Lake i don’t know where i’m goin’

looking for verradril wolves!

When Rafael was left to fend for himself in this miserable world, he knew the job wouldn't be easy. That fact rang true every waking second of the day. A nomad always had to bounce around from place to place, devising plans on how to catch a next meal, always outrunning unsavorable folk. It's a hard life but it was one he was born into. Even as the earth crumbled and the food dwindled he still chose this lonely life.

Onwards he roamed, past destroyed fields and destroyed mountains. Each day the hunger would become more and more persistant. By the time he came across the lake he was damn near starving. 

Despite the obvious presence of a group, Rafael snuck on through. Maybe they had a cache or two lying around here. He could snatch up something and be gone before they even knew what happened. Food makes you do stupid things. Well, let's face it; he'd probably do this full stomach or not. He craved the danger.