As they began their trek to the northern side of the island, clouds hid the morning sun and a misty rain began to fall, just enough to dampen everything. That, accompanied by the constant breeze from the ocean, put a chill into the air. The Constable set a slow pace as they started to climb the hill that seemed to run the entire length of the island, leading them mostly north and slightly west. "To walk around by way of the coast is longer and not much easier," he explained.
Once they descended to the other side, the terrain changed to flatter land, perfect for grazing, though no shepherds had their flocks here now. But still, there was some evidence of the hound's slaughter... a murder of crows took the air as the group passed by, loudly complaining as their feast of a mangled sheep carcass was disturbed. And then not much farther along, more birds fought over scraps of what appeared to be a lamb.
"It was here that he was found," Leofwine finally announced as they came to a rather unremarkable, grassy spot. The ground was not churned up with evidence of a struggle as one might have expected if the life & death struggle had happened right here. However, the place had been marked with 3 stones stacked together in memorial.
To the north was the sea. To the east the terrain looked mostly flat except for one solitary hill popping up from the earth. And to the west, the grass gave way to trees.
Hill to the east: