Sawtooth Spire Sanctuary's Still Safe

Her overshoot of the mountain range turned out to be somewhat purposeful. At least it would have seemed they didn't have nosy neighbors to worry about, though they were far and few between to begin with. The distance between the Spine and Silvertip Mountain was short, but here she did not find anyone that remotely matched like before. Better that way, anyway. They needed the open expanse of ground around them to hunt properly, even more so to mark their borders along the rising ring of elevations.

Most of all, this place wasn't a wreck.

She had returned to the mountainside in the overnight hours, resting easily in the cooler air that prevaled here. No doubt even Tonravik was working at settling in, was probably happier. She felt happier about it, though the emotion would not show beneath her stony exterior. It showed in other ways though, like the stupid spring in her step that came as she recklessly bounded around, only pausing for moments to jokingly hike a leg and mark the ground. She did it though, somehow, entertaining no one but herself.

Further up through the winding mess of trails that brought them along their establishing borders, she spied Iqniq. He was hard to miss even against the rocky colors of the crag. Echelon joined him, slipping up quietly and close with a passive sigh. The lacking sanity of her ventures previous to meeting up with him were long behind her now.