Ouroboros Spine Finds and shall find me unafraid

Tonravik nodded at him, agreeing. It would be. There was no doubting this. It was only a matter of time... His fangs emptily clacked against the air, and he dipped into a low bow, tail waving. She looked at him for a moment before lurching forward in a drunken movement, then slid downward herself, before pushing up and moving to swat him with a foreleg before bounding off.

To those that did not know mountains, they could be difficult. Down was down was down was even more down. And when you thought you had finished your descent, there was even more down to go. It seemed to never end, and when it did, it might abruptly go up. And your ascension would never end, and you would continue to go until you thought it impossible to go any further. But, no. There was plenty more miles up to go. Down was their direction now, and she barreled recklessly through woodwork. Her weight broke foliage in its center, or whatever part of it she hit, and her chest was littered with leaves and branches and plenty of thorns.