The journey to the Golden Pelt Grotto was nothing short of exhilarating. The sun blazed overhead, its golden rays illuminating the sprawling hills and casting dappled patterns through the dense canopy of the surrounding forest. Alaric's stallion, a majestic beast with a midnight-black coat that gleamed under the sunlight, carried him forward with effortless grace. The rhythmic thud of hooves against the earth harmonized with the rustle of leaves in the breeze, creating a symphony of adventure. Each breath Alaric took was filled with the scents of pine and rich soil, and the promise of what lay ahead.
