Dawn in the valley was a gentle, muted affair, the sun's rays struggling to pierce the high canopy of pines. Leon awoke to the smell of herbal tea brewing over the fire. Iris was already up, her movements quiet and purposeful as she packed a…

For a long time, they did not speak. Words were inadequate, clumsy things compared to the simple, profound fact of their presence together by the fire. The wind whispered through the pines, the flames danced, and the vast, starry sky arched overhead, indifferent to the…

Following the path of the tauren druid was like chasing a ghost. The mountain lion left no tracks on the wind-scoured rock, and the high passes were a labyrinth of stone and shadow. Leon pushed north with a renewed, almost feverish determination, driven by the…

The days that followed were a blur of ascent and endurance. The air grew thinner, the cold more biting. The trees shrank to stunted, wind-gnarled pines that clung to the rocky slopes like desperate climbers. Leon moved through a world of stone and sky, the…

Dawn in the high mountains was a brutal, beautiful affair. The sun's first rays painted the jagged peaks in fiery orange, but the air in the deep valleys remained bitingly cold. Leon emerged from behind the waterfall stiff and shivering, his breath pluming in the…