Sawtooth Spire Step into your power.

With his time at Blackfeather having come to an unanticipated end, Venamis was eager to get as far from their territory as swiftly as his paws would allow. Enraged at Maegi's expectation that he look out for her despite her failure to do likewise for him, the young rogue gritted his teeth and hunched his shoulders to carry on.

Winter's bitter wind whipped at his furs and icy rain began to fall as began his trek into the spires, a harsh reminder of how truly alone he was. He always had been, he supposed, having lacked an ability to form any real bond with Maegi and her wolves. Venamis had survived this long by himself and he could do it again.

He would do it again.