Sawtooth Spire From the dusty mesa, her looming shadow grows

Mongfionn is a NPC raven, by the way.

With winter creeping at the doorway of Teekon Wilds, Potema dashed out from Blackfeather's comforting embrace for one last taste of freedom before the snows blocked her path. She travelled east past the swamps and once again faced the mountains. She had never gone beyond the range, save for Bearclaw Valley, but there was a mountain in the distance that had intrigued her for moons. It's rocky, tooth-like spires were a sight of awe for her, and she gazed at them whenever she could. She wondered what it was like to be under the shadows of such magnificent heights. It was this urge that sent her, and her trusted travelling companion Mongfionn towards the mountains for a short expedition, only a few lengths away from home.

Potema and Mongfionn followed the river that fed into the underground ones at home, noticing for the first time where they originated: these very mountains. Wanting to further her Naturalist trade, Potema turned her attention to the source of the Creek, tucked inside the mountains, stepping closer and closer to the mountains and watching it dominate her limited view, then pausing in her tracks when she smelled something in the air. Wolves. A lot of them. And strong. "Damn." She swore, close to one of these markers. This mountain must be claimed. And what a spot, too! Potema glared furiously at the mountain, wishing she had known some kind of curse that she could use to expel its inhabitants just long enough for her to visit the source, only being aware of the nearby wolf when Mongfionn cawed softly to alert her.