ardens gardens

The giant stag was always cautious when it came to the packs that were scattered around the northern reaches. Every hoofstep was cautious as he approached the island, careful to stay out of the boundaries so clearly marked by the wolven kind. His verdant gaze could see far past the icy oceans though and he took in the incredible island he saw. Rannoch could guess that it was once a volcano with the shape it formed and the relatively young forests that were springing up. It had certainly been like this far longer than he had been alive though. Cautiously he moved over the beaches, ears swiveling as the thawing oceans tried to drown out all of the sounds around him.

"Rannoch"