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A long time had been spent in Auester. He wondered what had been happening with the wolves of Boreas for some time. Happily he slithered across the sand letting the sun warm his scales in delight. He hunted a few days ago a few lizards and small snakes. So he did assume he wouldn't have to find a meal for another month or so. What really he was curious about were these lands. Sand River they called it? There hadn't been rain for a few weeks making the dry lake bed easy for him to cross. When he lifted himself up he could spot the cacti that made their home here. Perhaps he should stay in the west to make a den in the future. It was warmer here and the wolves here he could interact with, with no issues.

Turning his eyes to his left a cluster of bushes clung to the edges of the drop into the riverbed. Crawling closer a few desert shrew's scattered moving on their way as he inspected the plant. Thick tendrils of leaves that would be prickly to any beasts that didn't have a good hide. Next to it sat a rather tall cacti, perhaps there was a bigger tree nearby he could climb. That way he could see more of the land, hopefully a wolf would stop by for a reading. He hadn't done one of those in a while.