the mountain is barren; lackluster in everything. he is the only spot of color among the dull grey shades of rock; painted brighter by the roiling clouds overhead. a light drizzle had started a while ago and steadily picked up the further kronos ventured. a crack is heard in the distance, though he is unsure whether it is from the butting of ram horns or thunder breaking thru the sky. either way, he doesn't intend to stick around to find out. he draws in a deep breath; a sharp tang of slick rock and musky earth before seeking refuge in a yawning cave mouth. he pauses at the overhang, out of the pouring rain, and sniffs at the darkness. his main concern is of the ursine nature; satisfied when he scents nothing overly threatening ( bats and mold, mostly ) he ventures further in, trying to decide whether he wants to call it a day and bed near the entrance ( and thus far only escape ) or whether he wants to adventure further in.
Further, he cannot help it. The entire range is an obstacle course and Revui has had enough of the lowlands beyond it. He craves the physicality of charging across the mountain paths, of fighting his way up and down and everywhere, even if it burns his lungs with how thin the air gets. He is forcing himself to acclimate to the mountains again; they are his fixation, these obstacles which will test him and strengthen him.
His heart was sold to the first mountain he climbed, but he could not resist the second: this solitary peak jutting out of the range like some improperly built cairn ready to topple. It is desolate. There are trees trying to grow and gorse throughout, crossing the exposed bedrock as if trying to knit itself in place, and it was much the same when he'd toured it the first time.
This time, there was a flash of red between some of those tired trees. Revui would not have typically been so observant of it, except it was a flash of color in an otherwise lackluster place, and the movement drew his eye. It did not continue, which was curious — so he changed his trajectory and began to hike his way towards the patch where he had thought he'd seen it.
Once there, he is briefly out of breath, but he sees a yawning darkness cleaved in to the mountainside that was previously obscured. A cavern of some kind? He begins his approach, and then a slanting shaft of light catches upon the red flare in his vision again, and he realizes he's found another wolf. He appraises them from where he stands, studying their figure, but not speaking.