Looking over his shoulder, he attached the blade to his side and called out to the others. Before him was a large black wolf-like creature. As they entered the settlement, some of the group broke off to deliver their collection of scavenged goods from the wreckage and the hunt. With one last inhale from the pipe, Vatea blew the smoke through his nostrils then rattled the bones on his staff to dismiss remaining spirits. Next to the pale figure were planks of wood- evidence of a ship that had been dashed against deadly rocks that guarded against intruders. However, the strange grin on the shaman’s face told him there was more to it. Beyond the expansive forest was a range of mountains where clouds dusted the lands with heavy snow. On the ground, Dyri’s nose was assaulted by a terrible smell. If you do not, you will die here and now!”
“Expedition!” Dyri finally exclaimed. “The spirits have spoken.
