Razorback Ridge until it was all torn away

@Awenfen

the morning air of the vale as tzenno steps out from his cavernden, blinking out the last spiderwebbing vestiges of slumber is tumultuous. it has been for a while, the rōnin considers; electrified by goingons that he doesn't know about, wasn't present for. a few scents led from the borders and did not cross back into them at any point, which leaves tzenno to wonder if they left voluntary or were chased from their home. there is something in the atmosphere that the pack gives off, though he has met few and fewer yet to confirm his odd suspicions, that feels too tense. it is what drives him from his patrol that clear, humid morning and into one of the nearby territories; not far. easy to find his way back when he was done consulting the night skies as if they might hold answers. surely, the cosmos had plenty answers but none that tzenno, an earthly being, could interpret. a soft sigh departs his lips as sunflower gaze studies his path along the razorback ridge, mindful of his steps in this unfamiliar and treacherous terrain.