There had been some small talk as they had ventured out of the valley that they had been seeking temporary asylum in- but nothing notable. He had brought a small pack along with him- a satchel of sorts with basic provisions in it. Some of the meat that had been cured from the bear they had slain. It wasn’t a lot, of course. But enough that might save them from having to hunt along the way. A piece of flint and a small knife for a fire starter. And a small bottle of spirits that he wasn’t entirely sure he was willing to share just yet.
They had settled into a comfortable pace- of course, the northern winter was brutal- but once they got moving, Aresenn had become comfortable with it. Crossing the wall had been a relatively simple task, and not long after, pine trees began cropping up out of the tundra. In the time he had spent away from his family, it was a place he had grown quite familiar with. Attached to the memories that were never his in the first place. “My father led a pack here a long time ago- before I was born.” He mused lightly while casting a glance toward her direction out of his peripheral for a moment before refocusing on the trail ahead. It wasn’t said from a place that sought recognition or envy. It was nothing more than filling the silence as they made their way across the continent. “He called it Incendium.” Of course, he didn't know much- just what his brother Vulcan had told him of it ... but the name, he remembered vividly.
Juggernaut
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