Broken Boulder Who carries a mighty sword,

here he could feel the bite of the mountains he had once crossed. it reminded him of the icy spires outside his homeland, where shelves of rock burdened by defiant trees that bore green needles barred expanse to wilder climes. he had come out of whitebark in search of the herd, which this time fled toward the taiga.

germanicus followed a half-day behind, catching sight of their tails as they leapt into the bracken. he himself pressed lightly into it, adjusting as he moved to the new scent of the place. sunlight gliding through the silent trees reflected from an odd surface of stone. the soldier closed in on it, halting his step as he watched an unfamiliar figure glide toward the cleft.