Chulyin was blind on the paths, only hoping that every step he took was one in the right direction. If he met another loner upon the roads, he would ask them of her. Usually, he came up empty, though it only made him more determined. He would find her in time, and that was something the hardy male had plenty of. After many weeks of travel, he crossed the path of a dusty looking man, elderly, partially crippled. There was still a flicker of hope in his eyes, and Chulyin could only ask him of Naira, describing her from the images in his mind. Though the ragged man could offer him no help, he could point the guardian towards a massive land, that he claimed was chock full of wolves.
Thanking the man, Chulyin continued on his way, a direction to follow, a goal in his mind. A land teeming with wolves and packs was all he could ask for. Someone within would know of her, they had to. For many more nights, he followed the instructions the elder wolf had given him, his paws growing ever weary. He walked through many nights, finding sleep impossible, fearing that he may wake up, forgetting all direction. It would be many more days before he found himself beside a body of water, clear as he'd ever seen. He lapped eagerly at the cool liquid and it soothed his burning, parched throat. He must've drained the lake by half, for the light seemed to be brighter by the time he'd quenched his thirst. His thinning body settled beside the water, muscles fatigued and complaining. He'd been walking for ages, and though mentally he enjoyed the respite, his muscles moaned, displeased with the sudden lack of movement. The old man had mentioned no landmarks, only pointed him in the right direction. This interesting lake peaked his curiosity, however, and Chulyin could only wonder if he'd found the land of Relic Lore.. <b style="color:#a51919">