Hog Wild

It's the movement of his siblings that draws him south to Auster. Not really a continent that he ventured often, but perhaps he should. The packs there were docile at best and friendly at worst so he never cared to keep tabs on them. They kept to themselves so why bother? He didn't care to ravel around Hallows lands. If someone wants to stop him for trespassing, he need only tell them he passing through to scout. His mother was on good enough terms with the Hallowed King for that to be allowed, no?

With the rising red sun to his back, he stops when he sees the rising rivulets of dirt. These surely had to be abnormal. When he looks left, he sees rolling hills full of bones and when he looks right, he sees sloping dunes leading up to glittering dark waters. This phenomenon appeared as if someone had raked their teeth through the earth in an attempt to begin a garden. He steps closer and then notices a girl not far off. At first, he's speechless. She's beautiful in such a peculiar way he can't explain it. Her hues of green and blue are striking even in the filter of red.

"Hope that look ain't aimed toward me," Scald jests as he approaches, noticing the guarded look she gave herself with the bristling furs and quills. "An' I'm guessin' you ain' got much answers 'bout these weird tunnels. If they are tunnels," his gaze sweeps from the pretty girl to the raised mounds of earth that wind this way and that way.

"speech"