South, Mika had told him. After more fruitless wandering Jadon had chosen to change course and head in that direction. He knew, loosely what awaited him there. The lake, housing that mountain pack in a forest alongside it, where he’d met the child that had inspired him to keep going. That deep chasm that led down into the pitch blackness - perhaps even the maw of hell itself.
As wrong as that place had felt though, there had to be something good nearby. A light to counter the darkness.
And he stumbled upon it more by accident than anything else. Even through the light bands of snow that fell, Jay could make out the tall, jagged peaks all around. And then, from his position he could see down in between them, a veritable oasis of sorts. Almost exactly as it’d been described, and far more beautiful than he could’ve imagined.
Trees and probably other plant life surrounded a clear lake, ice around its edges.
The wanderer spared no time except for caution in beginning his descent, carefully navigating the slopes for what felt like hours before finally reaching ground level enough that he could walk the rest of the way down to the lake.
It was still here, quiet except for the very gentle sound of water lapping at the shoreline.
This had to be it.