As the sun dipped beneath the jagged peaks in the distance, painting the sky in hues of crimson and burnt gold, Kaelen and Kelvin trekked steadily away from the Crescent Paw Town, their figures wrapped in heavy cloaks, boots crunching over dried grass and scattered pebbles. Neither of them looked back, though they both knew they wouldn't forget the town anytime soon—not the people, not the battle, and definitely not the judgment in the eyes of those they had just saved.
Once they were a good distance away, with the town reduced to a faint silhouette behind the hills, they came to a stop at the edge of a high ridge. A cool wind brushed past them, carrying the wild scent of the open lands ahead.
Kaelen stretched out his right hand and immediately, the ever-changing map suddenly appeared on it as he began spreading it out over a large flat stone.
