When the Good Lord Made Him He Forgot To Put The Quit In Him

Summer was the best time to visit the north. It allowed for freedom of movement that was often restricted by the winter storms. Although there was something else restricting his journey to the S.S, Antiox where he planned to do some pillaging. There was a pack border here where he didn't remember one being before. Well what the fuck… Tarnish hopped up on the stone wall and began walking along it, tracing the southern border as he hunted for where it ended. He wasn't in any terrible hurry though. He took his sweet time stalking along the wall, his crow flying above overhead.