Moving beyond the Tarns without incident brought Inge to the first fork within her road. The sliver of land she had selected had found its outlet situated before the Spire. It's entrance was unwelcoming, and as she searched for a clear, simple path to take in order to enter to begin her climb she could find none that was without risk. Were she a pack wolf, with others to aid her in the hunt should injury befall her, there would be no question as to whether or not she would take it.
Inge huffed. Sawtooth Spire was not impregnable, but it would be easy to twist or sprain an ankle on the challenging terrain. And that could be the end of her, as a lone wolf. She would appeal to no pack if she could not hunt. And she could flee from no adversary if she could not run. Her decision made, Inge turned to head toward Little Goat Mountain at a leisurely clip.
Inge huffed. Sawtooth Spire was not impregnable, but it would be easy to twist or sprain an ankle on the challenging terrain. And that could be the end of her, as a lone wolf. She would appeal to no pack if she could not hunt. And she could flee from no adversary if she could not run. Her decision made, Inge turned to head toward Little Goat Mountain at a leisurely clip.
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