Pitching A Tent... Not That Kind of Tent

Wyndelin stuck to the lower regions of Fenrir's Maw as he worked his way through the difficult mountain terrain heading eastward. He didn't plan to go too far east, just far enough to recover a few items he'd ferreted away. In the mean time he decided he'd do some scouting amongst the pine trees that grew at the lower elevations. He was sure some grew up in the sheer and rocky areas but they were likely to be skinnier and not have as much resin as he'd like. Well, perhaps that wasn't true. It was more that he'd feel guilty harvesting from trees growing in such rough conditions already. He scouted along the eastern portion of the maw noting the scents of a pack nearby. Now who would want to take up residence near the volcano after its eruption?