Blacktail Deer Plateau the shadows go like ghosts across your road

She nodded, a simple affirmation that she was in fact who he thought she was. It surprised him to see her there of all places, especially when she had spoken of going out to find some glacier. Perhaps she had and was now just coming back around to scout. Yet there was a part of him that believed that she hadn't either, because often things did not go to plan. For that reason, he found he did little in the way of planning things and simply let things go the course that nature would dictate.

In this instance, his guard dropped considerably. Tonravik struck him as many things, but violent wasn't among them. It wasn't to suggest that she wasn't, because in a way they were all violent, feral creatures. "What brings you here? Just scouting along the mountain?" Though he hated to tell her, the mountain climb only became worse from there on out. Eventually, he found that it seemed impassable even to their ways. The plateau seemed to be — at times — nothing more than a sunken piece of the mountainside.