Silvertip Mountain petyr van abel

Lips were pursed as the brutish woman stood upon a rocky ledge that offered her a view of the world. She had not come here to appreciate the beauty the spot could reveal, but instead it was but a vantage point. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she would find a pack and figure out what this place truly was. Silvertip was where she was, but she had named it something different. It was never said; she didn't do much speaking. Words never gave her loyalty; action did, would.

And so she turns to return to her pack of three strong. She senses the presence of another nearby, and so diverts her path to meet with that of his own; Siku's own blood courses in her, and it shows in each hungry step. Soon she is upon Taltos, perked ears twitching as she seeks to become something of an obstacle in his path. It is then she notes the sounds, and her head tilts, confused by the notion of sadness, and the meanin of it. What was feeling? Shuts was there, then, and her eyes fall to the woman who speaks of knowing. Then they return to him, waiting.