A wandering urge pulled at her nerves. She wanted to know Relic Lore better she had to start somewhere. She knew north of the mountain, but south was uncharted territory to the she-wolf. Taking leave in the morning, she taken a trail down the mountainside, climbing down, down, down. Each step down, she looked upon the route. From the heigth of the hill she saw the open orchard. The trees were spread out, and different from the wildwood. Investigating, she felt right in her choice and contiued till the ground no longer slanted.




She glimsped at the wood of these trees, it was dark, and red. Some of the trees had dead leaves clinging to their branches, others frozen berries the birds had not picked out. There was plenty of food to be found for them, when they were in bloom no doubt. With head titled back, she strolled at a medium pace, enjoying the open sky. A scent of the mountain teased her nostrils, and she stopped daydreaming looking around. She saw a set of tracks, and was absorbed in finding the owner. The tracks did not head in a straight line, they veered, up, back, and around. She was a little confused as to why, but nose to ground she followed a silly sight in itself.



The tracks took her further then she had wanted to go, but she would not have an unsolved mystery. LIke a bloodhound she only contiued further, when she looking up from the bridge of her nose a large, lone tree. It was completetly baren, a contrast against the smaller trees, rising above them. There the owner of the tracks was, a male she had met at a meeting. She perfectly recalled his markings, and him being the only other male knew his name was Welde. It sounded right. Jayse trotted closer, following behind him with curious eyes. "Um, you looking for something?" She called, wondering.

lost your balance
on a tight rope.
lost your mind trying to get it back.