Sunset Valley Passages

Open but hoping for Kingslend/Déorwine wolves. <3

Refreshed and re-hydrated, Chad pressed on further into this new, vast wilderness. The others were here, surely. He could sense it. Otherwise the High Elk wouldn't have guided him westward. His god never would have wasted his precious time! He wholly and truly did believe in the High One's messages, even if they were not easily deciphered at first.

He shook his coat out, for the umpteenth time. Bah...he would probably never get that god-awful stench of smoke out of his furs! His handsome features turned into a scowl. The damned fire.... His ears were singed and sore and his signature royal robe was burned round the edges! He snorted. The hairs would shed and grow back, the pain subside. The least he could do was put on a good show and make the most of his modified look. 

Lead to a welcoming valley following the runoff from the glacier he had since visited, Chad's muzzle was low to the ground, yellow eyes upturned and alert. He was on a search for clues. For prints, of both wolf and Elk alike. Either would be a welcome sign. Absently, he glanced to his side, where he often expected to find his sister, Whitney. His scowl deepened. Damn her and her curse...her lack of purity! He had hoped she almost succumbed to the flames. Almost. But she was a Déorwine all the same. Even he...wasn't quite so cold.