ignorance is not so blissful...

Rumors spread like wildfire throughout Boreas. Starting in the north and moving south, word that more and more animals began acting strangle made its rounds. At first, Wilder believed it to be some after effect of the blight. Surely it wasn't related to the red sky or the tremors. Maybe it was just him being stubborn or maybe he didn't want to think the blight was spreading.

It wouldn't take long for Wilder to return to the Armada and inform the Warlord that he would scout out the northern territories. Moving slowly toward the abandoned ship covered in ice, he peers around at the eerie landscape. There was no reason for prey to be out this far north, but sure enough a large bull moose could be seen scraping his antlers along the thick ice surrounding the ship. Wilder watches, head canted, brow furrowed. Well, if he was going to hunt it, he couldn't do it alone...

"Wilder"