Something was happening in the north, but before he got to where he was going - somewhere further east, it seemed - Katsu was determined to stop and take in the scenery as he went. For all he knew, he might not ever come back to these places in Boreas. Auster and the bamboo were his home, of that much he was certain. Nevertheless, his eyes roved hungrily over this new territory. Huge trees stretched up, up into the sky, reminding him eerily of the spires that had erupted further south in Boreas. They eluded his vision in the same way. The fact that he couldn't quite determine where they ended unsettled him.
Turning his eyes back to the forest floor, he padded along towards the scent of fresh water that tickled his nose. At the far edge of where this territory broke off into white tundra sprang what looked like a deep river, beginning in a a wide pond. The water was still and beautiful. He paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath that chilled his lungs from the inside. Cold, cold, cold. The young wolf shook off the chill and headed towards the shallows of the water, peering deep to see what species of fish might populate the northern waters.
