Bramblepoint We float before the sea and eyes,

How he ended up on the other side of the map, Laur was not sure, but Ruvik had somehow found his way back into the Wilds after that fateful day where the waves had ripped him from the shores of Yuèlóng and cast him to the mainland. In a panic, the man had run, confused and frightened, always looking over his shoulder for The Savior, knowing she was ever there, ever watching, ever lurking. Though it was not just cougars he had to fear.

The crunch of bone caused Ruvik to pause mid-step, paw left dangling in mid air as the hairs on his back rose in apprehension. He had avoided others until now, diverting course as he came across their tracks, ducking out of sight as soon as he spotted the tell tale signs of another. This one, however, had caught his interest, the smell of fresh rabbit meat, of blood, it sung out to him in his starved and weary state.

With tentative steps, the wolf crept towards the source of the foot falls, his breath coming out in eager pants. His stomach growled, the scent tantalising. It was close.