The Sunspire the next generation

After meeting with the one-eyed girl of crows, Ovaltine trekked north, keeping himself close to the mountain range. The path took him close to a large lake, and he managed to catch a few fish on the shore before he found himself at somebody else's doorstep. The packs here were so close to one another, it was a wonder they weren't constantly at war. Or perhaps they were, and he simply hadn't gotten in the middle of it just yet. He did wonder why they chose to be so close to one another. Perhaps it was a regional culture thing.

Nevertheless, he planted himself outside yet another pack, green eyes gazing on the spire that drove itself up from the earth. It was tall, and yet not as wide as the most southern mountain he had come across. That thing seemed to have gone on forever left to right, where this one rose from bottom to top, reaching up into the heavens themselves. A fly buzzed idly by Oval's face, and he batted it away with a paw, only for it to return to pester him. This game was long from being over.