Northstar Vale It's over, Anakin! This high ground adds +5 to my agility.

Tuathal had encountered very few packs that left his interest as piqued as the one he stumbled on here. All he wanted was to cross the mountains and see if the land on the other side could bring him any closer to the phantoms he chased. Instead, he crested the eastern face to find himself facing this: a sanctuary of sprawling grass, misty lakes and lush, verdant forests, hidden from the eyes of ground-level surveyors by the tall mountain walls surrounding them. Pack scent lifted soft but present from the ground, and he found himself at an impasse. Seek passage through, or take the long way around?

His feet decided for him before his mind could catch up. With careful steps, he inched his way down the steep incline until he found more level ground, and began to beat an arduous path around. Would anyone run to intercept? Even with numbers, he had the upper ground, unless these wolves worked like a mountain goat, and they could scale the rocks in a single upward bound. Tuathal figured he would deal with that if the time came. For now he focused on trying not to careen off the cliff-face, and to keep outside of the heavier scent which marked the parameters between claimed and neutral land.