Boartusk Heights For here he owns, that now and then

As the skies continued to remain clear, and the land returned slowly to a hardened, more traversable stability, Piety made swiftly for higher ground. Though typically reluctant to do any rigorous journeying in the hour of high noon, the sable gargoyle was determined to survey the land below at its most illuminated; eager to uncover any area in these mountains where his quarry might gather in droves.
 
He climbed to a ridge that overlooked the eastern valleys in Boartusk with relative ease, and he targeted the most densely-forested plateau he could see, assuming that it would be heavily populated with prey. Hungry, as always, he began his descent.
 
Though longing for his companion’s extra set of senses in this moment, Piety’s streak of independence continued without bounds. Caution gave way to no amount of fear, and it led the wolf in a dutiful march down toward the hidden woodland. It would take him half an hour or longer to reach it, but his paws ate steadily away at the miles with his juggernaut’s pace.

@Zsuzsa