Silvertip Mountain daybreak

company up this high was something that arktos does not expect; so when company finds him, he pushes himself to his paws in a quiet rush, hackles bristling and lip curling back from his teeth. he wasn't keen on having any sort of scrap up here, aware that a tumble down the the mountain from this height was more than enough to kill a man.

whatever aggression had been brewing stilted into gruff caution as the other man takes a step back, words slightly tumbling over themselves. it was easy to forget up here, to let himself cross that threshold between the present and the hellscape of ground zero that seemed determine to call him back in his mind's eye.

not a place i'd expected company, arktos admits, trying to shake loose the tension still lingering in his broad shoulders. i know what drew me up here, it sound a little ominous as it leaves his lips, like the brewing grey of a storm on the horizon. but i wonder what might draw another man to these heights? a demand for an answer, choked in honeyed illusion of invitation.