Word Count 413:: Hope that explained well enough how he made it up there.
The wait for Sequoia to strike was unbearable, he needed to fill his time somehow, and without warning the idea had struck him. Several days ago, he had met a lone wolf named Mordecai and upon their meeting a wonderful, terrible idea had come to the ebon male’s mind. There the idea had grown, twisted itself in his thoughts and rooted itself in his heart. Soon, after Sequoia had taken care of the problem that was Salsola, Zalen would leave to the north to start a new life, hopefully with others in tow. Now, the idea that had come to his mind, the idea that would help fill the time, was to go to the north and scout out a suitable place for his future pack.
He left with nothing more than the fur on his backside, in Secui form, and had headed north, past Anathema, past the horrid Inferni pack lands, past where he knew Salsola resided. He had skirted past them all, undetected, unhindered in his journey. Soon, the Halycon mountains rose up before them, and instead of skirting past them like he had when arriving to Nova Scotia, he moved upwards and happened to chance upon a small pass. Here, the Pictou river poured out of the mountain like the living blood of the mountain, and he paralleled the river until it grew dark and he set up in a small rocky alcove for the night. The evening alone in unfamiliar territory was clear and cold in the mountains, and Zalen howled out longingly into the night time air, knowing that there would be no one around to hear him.
The next day, he had set out again, and as the sun hit its highest point in the sky, the mountain rock had broken in front of him, the river all but had disappeared, and he found himself in the most beautiful place he had ever seen. It was a mountain valley, filled with soft grasses and autumn flowers. He was no alone here, in the distance a brown bear foraged for sweet shoots that would help it through the winter, but the two of them paid each other no mind. Here Zalen rested, drinking from the crystal clear stream that ran through the heart of the valley. In the distance, he could hear the roar of a waterfall, and shifted quickly into his optime form he headed towards the sound, planning to take a quick dip under the falls.
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