the wander wolf returns.

And so I found myself headed west, toward volcanic purgatory.
As my feet made the journey I found that an abrupt change in territories had been made, crimson was being squeezed out. Shrugging, for this was of no concern to me, I made my way west. As the small hill of volcanic purgatory greeted me it fast turned into a mountain. This behemoth of an ice mountain had a wondrous coating of ice over it. The clouds ringed this giant mountain like some unholy halo broken over a demons head. The view was spectacular, which is to say I could not see it through the clouds, but I’m certain it was worth seeing whilst visible.
I began to ponder my newest goal, it had been so long. My return to the harsh lands was long overdue.
Now that I have covered half of this mountain I took a sit down and wrote this