Lion Head Mesa saut dans le vide

The flat-iron mountain rose up along their journeys, which at the head Echelon had been pressing forward. Even here the wreckage existed, but the terrain was manageable. At least for her; she couldn't speak for the others and somewhere along the way they had fallen behind her pace. She was not alone in this venture either, scouting ahead for anything that could have potentially moved to delay them further. Pausing a bit in the grasses that dared to engulf her, Echelon craned her head to try and pick out the fair hairs of @Nanuk. The wolves of the Spine had moved like teeth of a comb across the grasslands, spread evenly and mingling about. This did not waver as they pick and chose who went ahead or who lingered behind. All in all, they stuck together. They hunted where they could, rested when it was warranted. They made good time.

alt-j — nara