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The hollows had absorbed her, more or less. Upon finding the mountain peak, the familiar snow, the cold she was so well adapted to -- Radova nearly forgot about her desire to see the
drageda fall. She sought comfort in the cold, and eventually shelter was granted to her by the mountain. The tunnels were strange things -- unique to this area perhaps -- in the sense that they appeared to be crystalline in nature. Having spent a few days lost among the bowels of the icy mountain, she was strangely relieved when a breath of fresh air caught in her lungs; Radova pulled herself along with haste, and emerged once more in to the world as if from a great sleep.
In the shadows of the Sleeping Dragon there was a small peak nestled in between its back and the large glacier that was its neighbor. Hush found that he was in the area frequently, despite its winding tunnels and caverns that he could easily get lost in.
Today was just one of those days where he was wandering past the winding tunnel entrances, contemplating entering one of them. Being lost was a risk he was willing to take, but his ties (however loose) to Sleeping Dragon tugged him back as he sniffed one of the entrances. His wandering nature - his coyote nature - urged him, compelled him, to lose himself in the winding tunnels, but he steeled himself, ready to step back and walk back to Sleeping Dragon.
Just then, a wolf exited the tunnels, startling him. He whirled, facing the woman, his pale eyes wide with shock as he stared her down.