Blacktail Deer Plateau From Under the Floorboards

Set several miles north of Rusalka’s temporary claim— somewhere between BDP and Ravensblood Forest.

From the sagged, howling coast he ran. Devastated by what he had found, or the lack thereof, and determined to prove it false. He was a sunspear streaking— a wolf winged by flights of devils— and cutting through the everlasting gray of the apocalypse, he went on a dogged search for any sign that his pack remained...

This went on for days that turned to weeks, given all the seismic activity to crown Svalinn's general ineptitude; and at present, he was worse for wear, as if he’d recently been in a rather nasty fight.

There was only a spike in his anxiety— a sudden quickening of his broken heart— to properly herald his due arrival, and for the first time in months he felt the dread of a ragged guillotine hanging over him become mixed with prescient relief. She's alive. For the hundredth time against a bitter sky scorned, he paused to throw back his golden head and call out to @Raleska! before redoubling his pace heading south.