When I had returned to my campsite, I quickly gathered my remaining supplies, and took a path heading south, in the hopes of avoiding any Dunlending scouting parties. I made my way through some craggy cliff sides, and soon I could see far across the landscape. To the west was the peaks of Caradhras, which could barely be seen, piercing high through the clouds.
The cliffs were covered in small caves and outcroppings. Worms and drake spawn dwelled there, along with other fell creatures I could not recognize or identify from my distance.
The region I then entered was known as Torech Braignel, the lair of the fierce tooth, as I understand. The land held to its namesake, 
as many boar roamed the rocky slopes, stout of build with long tusks. The terrain here lacked the beauty of the forest I left behind, boulders and gravel covered the ground, I had to watch my step, as to not slide or trip on some cruel stone.
Passing by the roots of the Redhorn, I traveled again into the woodlands of the realm. Small trees covered the horizon, and as I progressed, I saw great goats grazing on the green grass. I stayed within the shadow of the mountain, it provided me a sense of security, as well as shade from the sun, which now rested high above my head.
A den of wolves I found. Wargs stayed amongst them, the fell beasts of the misty mountains prey on travelers who find themselves unaware. My step was hastened by these predators, though silent I remained. As I walked into a clearing, I could see dead trees in the distance atop a high hill, that lay in ashes by some fire.
