Emberwood bide my time

location; north cliff —  @Reiko

The heart of a wanderer was drawn;
drawn to the ranging outcrops of the northest cliffs, their dried, brittle grasses flittering along with the breeze, the sharp stench of pine trees, and the blanket of sleet that dressed the cliffs in a biting cold. 
perhaps this setting had not yet been explored promptly by the scarred scout's pack members. Awol rose a unexpecting gaze towards the pristine, clear sky and the radiating light of the sun in his eyes.

In solitude, there was solace. And in solace, his mind was in ease.