Walking out of the chalet, Alex took the front, looking at the sky, to orient himself toward the black storm in the distance. By his estimation, the eye of the storm was about a three hours' trek away.
This would be one hell of a walk, but they should be fine. At worst, they could take brief breaks on their way there.
Heading northwest, they could already see the small mountain range ahead where the wolves were nesting. It wasn't a vast mountain range, but their height was impressive for such small mountains.
During the strategizing part of the briefing, Kary had pulled out topographical maps, and they saw that the mountains reached a bit over four hundred meters high.
This explained why the Raijū had taken a liking to the place, as it was one of the highest mountains in the region and, therefore, was the closest to the sky.
