the things you can't have

He didn't think anything of Charon saying he was a naturalist. That could very well be true, FitzDutiful generally assumed others were aspiring for he didn't often meet those who had already gained a trade. "Come along then," he said as they began a walk into the lands.

FitzDutiful picked a trail that headed upwards, towards the plateau of the mountain that the wolves held their meetings at. It would offer a good view of the Great Bear Wilderness and Kintla Flatlands, though it didn't allow a viewpoint of the sea. FitzDutiful was sure there was such a path through to that side, he had just yet to explore the right cave. As they walked, the pair would walk through a few such caves that plunged them into darkness before opening up into light.

He listened carefully to everything, anything, that Charon had to say as they made their way through the rocky terrain, sparsely decorated with trees roots in the caves, snow, and bracken.