Eyes forever drawn southward across the plains, the young shaman searches for what his visions have hinted, a lone rider on the distant horizon.
It has been 3 seasons since his intended mate vanished without a trace and though most say she is dead, he feels in his heart that his dream-sight foretells otherwise.
So, as he can, he makes the trek to the overlook, for without doing so, the vision could never come to pass.
Rock. Dirty Big Rock! Stupid dirty big rock! He took 4 days, the rock took 9! A lot of experimentation here in several areas and I did learn quite a bit.
I also think I finally made a wolf that actually resembles a wolf. I think.