Shy Deer Steppes The path of the wind

This is a quick one. Set after the hunt with Brecheliant. Kept vague, but assumed to be as they leave toward Akashingo. Germanicus' tag is only for reference and he is not required, but is always welcome (encouraged, desired, adored) to join any of my posts.

Lush forests transitioned to desert and sagebrush. The ground beneath the traveler’s paws even had shifted to something rougher than the grasses they had journeyed across.

The hunt for Brecheliant had gone well enough. Their duty to the ally and Redhawk Caldera had been fulfilled. For the first time, the two travelers were not bound by the need to honor their word. They had only the directions Satsu had provided and the looming concept of a journey east.

Having ventured further ahead to scope out their travels, Crowfeather set his gaze on the mountain range that stretched on from north to south. Akashingo would be in there somewhere, he thought.

Having given @Germanicus time to enjoy his peace, to exist without the incessant gaze of his shadow, the dark wolf decided he would survey the land ahead of them.