Sawtooth Spire ultraviolence

@Nanuk

He climbed his way up to a rock shelf, then peered out over the view. It was breathtaking, really. He had previously lived in a forest and meadow near the sea, so this terrain was entirely new to him. He hadn't fallen down the mountain nor skewered himself on any rocks yet, so that was good. Of course, he hadn't ventured very far up until now and he was still less than halfway up the to the spire's peak, which he glanced at now. He couldn't begin to imagine the views from up there.

The heights didn't seem to bother him (his grandmother had been notoriously scared of them), at least. Actually, he couldn't tear his dark eyes away once he faced the panorama again. He sat, then eventually slumped forward, even inching to the edge to let his forelegs dangle. His tongue lolled out in a pant, seeing as the sun was striking him rather directly from here. At least he had pale fur. Still, it wouldn't be long before he would have to retreat and find something to drink.