Every day's so caffeinated

Andalusia turned her eyes upon the mountains encasing them, squinting against the sun's rays while she settled her gaze upon the range's most prominent peak. "I can see why you come here so often." She remarked. She would, too, if she lived up there. The jagged slopes looked like a killer to climb, though the golden Ostrega imagined the pack would have to have made a settlement on one of the peak's more level plains. Unless, of course, they wanted to roll of a cliff in their sleep.

The Ostrega turned her gaze back upon Vienna with a puff of agreement, and blinked the sunspots from her eyes. "I'm from a place far from here, though I can't say how long ago I left. The days all start to blur into each other when you're travelling, if you know what I mean." She'd made her attempts to calculate the days until she'd happened upon these lands, but in the end Andalusia had found her tracking in vain. Between the moons and seasons, she knew the rough estimate, and determined that was knowledge enough. "You much of a traveller yourself?"