Nestled within the crook of the soft hillsides at Salvos’s center, the east settles into a majority of signature flatland. A golden tide of grassland and sand sprawls out as far as the eye can see in some areas and the whipping winds only emphasize the allusion to the open ocean. Any real shelter lingers on the inland perimeter of this place in the form of sparse treelines and grassy knolls, though their effectiveness in shielding against the most brutal island storms remains questionable. Still, the sprawling views leave prey easily spotted by hungry eyes, and the quick-footed can take advantage of ample warning to escape. The eastern corridor is honest in that way, concealing only the strike of the next storm and the tasty morsels beneath its sands.