Sawtooth Spire gonna be alright

Since Tindómë's move to the mountain range and the milder weather (most days), Jomyo greedily ranged more and more. Hardly, she was home.. and oftentimes, she just didn't want to fight against the urge to just keep going--more, more. It was far busier than the hinterlands had ever been, and with so much new to see at each and every mile, the nosy scout had plenty to do.

The tense meeting between Sunspire and other mountain wolves had inspired her to head south and sniff around the stretch of the range there. She took her time and combed over the landscapes on the way, and without a particular timeline urging her along, she wound up further south than perhaps initially intended but game to keep up the current cruise for a while longer. The Eizokusei swung wide when she started to find a lot of traffic that reminded her of the opposing wolves from the other day. Instead of rounding back home yet, she went arcing through a woods and kept to her own because she could make do.

Knowing heights brought her a vantage point unrivaled, she honed in on this mountain now underfoot as she began her ascent--once she knew it wasn't claimed, she could shift, and maybe find a cranny to settle in before the night was up and she finally point her nose back towards the sanctity of the Vale. Soon, though.. there was just a little more she ought to see to.

It was this mindset that led her onto the deer's freshly-traveled path. She let herself be lured her in closer.. with time, and steadily enough to keep her interests moving forward, it guided her deeper until the woods tangled, then unwound again. While difficult to tell, she felt like she lost ground and time there, but kept pressing onward until scents on the winds suddenly said wolf. Newly keen, she stayed low and followed the doe on more carefully.