The withered, yellow sea of grass was finally left behind. At the edge of the field, a menacing range of black mountains, like a sleeping ancient behemoth, lay horizontally beneath a lead-gray sky.
The wind here felt different, carrying a blade-like sharpness and an indescribable, fishy stench that whipped up the foam of snow on the ground and stung the face painfully.
Wolf God Mountain.
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