Mount Apikuni No one 'round here's good at keeping their eyes closed.

Mountains were new to Corvus. He was not a mountain man, feet calloused but not enough to stop his feet from aching after traveling for a while on the uneven, uphill terrain. The heat of day only further drained him of energy, his dark pelt absorbing the light and uncomfortably warming his entire body. Still, he did not complain. Never would he complain, even with the nonsensical ramblings of the russet agouti man he'd long since tuned out. How long had this group put up with him? Corvus would've chased him off ages ago. The boy whose name escaped him seemed especially intolerant of the madness and snapped. Big mistake, The mercenary warned mentally, sure that his anger would only encourage more blabbering from the crazed man.

The sparse, charred land was less than inviting; this place was not a suitable home. Still, the view was something to behold. He could see why some would enjoy living at such a high elevation. Kavik announced that they'd be stopping for now, and Corvus was silently grateful, moving to a spot separate from the rest to slide into a comfortable lying position―far enough so that any bickering that may ensue would be slightly more tolerable.