Stuck On Level 1

Wyndelin wandered aimlessly about the valley. Any trace of his brother was gone and he was feeling helplessly lost and alone. He had no idea what to do with himself having managed to obtain the tattered remains of his family only to lose them again a moment later. Having found LIrim just in time to see it crumble into nothing.

Wyndelin paused in his walking to eye the darkening sky. It was likely going to snow or rain again so he probably should start heading back to his den in the Willows. As he walked he felt a sting of anger. It really felt like he'd been abandoned. Couldn't his brother at least have told him where he was going? Anger swiftly turned to worry. Or had his brother suffered a fate similar to the one Wyndelin had when he'd disappeared all that time ago. Wynd shuddered, gaze turning nervously to the east.