;Fruitless Endeavor

[Flint]

The snow capped mountains of Periguso held a treacherous name, and it was so wisely picked. Its slippery slopes were hard to get a grip on, its jagged ledges seemed like it would crumble with just a gentle breath, and the ominous aura that radiated from it gave no peace of mind to the wary traveller. The weather seemed to match nicely, too-it’s forceful winds swept around the tall mountains, while the clouds darkened in warning of a blizzard. Yet, one wolf was foolish enough to tempt fate, and to reach the top.

Flint was in a rather foul mood. After meeting up with a wise fea, Satarah, he rushed to the vast marsh, where she had told him her legendary father would be. He wasted no time in venturing to the waste of a land, but unfortunately, there was no one there. The tracks were noticeable in the mud, but the putrid stench that emanated from it made it impossible to trace whose scent the prints belonged to. For days, the brute wasn’t even sure if Satarah was so wise after all, until he found tracks on solid ground. His Scent.. Those tracks were oddly vague to him, and he knew it had to be his fathers. There was another set of tracks as well, but he assumed this was the follower Satarah spoke of. It was then, that he knew he had to track him down. For countless days and nights now, the wishful loner searched the island for the legend, tracking his paw prints and scent. It led him here, but unfortunately, no other wolf was there, but himself. "Damnit.. I must have taken a wrong turn." He scowled, growling at his mistake. He tried so hard, and he was sure he was close to actually meeting him again, for the first time since he was a mere pup. Now, he was off the trail, and he feared it was for good.

Hackles raised in aggravation as a deep rumble erupted from his chest. All his work had not been payed off. Who wouldn’t be irritated by being so close to finding their long lost dad, but end up going the wrong way? Alas, there was nothing he could do. It was getting dark, and a blizzard was on the way. Being stuck out in that surely would get him no further. Luckily for him, a small cave was nearby, and would suffice for shelter in the night. He would just have to continue his search in the morning, as much as he wanted to continue now. Emitting one last rumble from his throat, the masculine wolf slowly padded to the cave's entrance, only to see a glowing pair of eyes staring back at him. Instinctively, his tail raised and his thick fur bristled, squinting to see who dwelled within.