This would mark the end.
The end of his trials, that is. Storm Call heaved a heavy sigh, the very early morning chill turning his warm breath into a white mist. His white-blue eyes surveyed the dense forest that surrounded him, the slight rustle of the leaves and the distant sounds of small animals going about their early morning business calming his nerves and giving him a thrilling sense of energy within his limbs. This would be a cakewalk, he knew that for certain.
Thus far, he had very much enjoyed these trials, as trivial as they had seemed at the beginning. The gorgeous mountain hike had been quite the thrill, and he remembered the foggy blue mountains and the bright green of the grass most vividly. He had then joined forces with the tawny halfmane Carisi, and they had both proven their endurance and bravery by trekking through the deep, misty forest to the south. It hadn't been anything unusual for him, of course; he had made the trek through those woods plenty of times when he