Greedy Bones

Thick limbs had carried the man across an ice bridge far to the north. It was the first time in the mans existence that he'd seen such a bridge. The unwillingness to stay in his homeland sent the giant out into the swirling snow and mist. He hoped that the bridge would lead him somewhere and not just end out in the middle of the icy, grey ocean. Luck had been with him this day and, after a long and treacherous trek, the redwood brute had arrived in a new land.

He traveled a bit, attempting to sniff out other wolves, but as of yet he'd had no luck. An autumn storm was brewing. He could smell it on the wind. Getting  caught in storms where he came from was as good as a death sentence, and so the man sought out shelter.

Sparhawk found his way into a strange cave system. There were odd markings on the walls that didn't mean anything to him, but he inspected them anyway. Nosing around, he found bits of wood and debris. Piling them in the center of the cave, the man started a fire with flint and stone that he kept on him at all times. A bit of coaxing sent the flames rising and soon the cave was toasty. Well...as toasty as a stone room could get in the middle of the north. Settling himself close enough to be comfortable, but not too warm, the brute lay down his tired bones. Rest would do him well after his recent expedition. A blocky skull rested upon one thick foreleg and red eyes stared out into the land that was growing darker with the arrival of night.

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