And when I touched her skin, my fingers ran with blood

The trail that the duo had trekked slithered along the ever-changing scenery and Iluliaq keep hard eyes to the surrounding areas. The mountain had always been their home, it was comfort and they knew that they would be safe within those borders. But their current view could not be labeled as such. They simply had no idea what was out there, so they always had to be prepared. The two traveled as rumors fueled their curiosities further. Despite the constant guard that Iluliaq held, he couldn’t help but wonder if these storms were everything that they had been described. After all, they rumors had been grand and the brute couldn’t help but to doubt them. It seemed as if it were the perfect mix for a tall tale and he would not believe it until he saw it with his own eyes. Their restless and determination caused for the pair to travel in  a timely manner. Diddling about was not an option, nor was trekking elsewhere. They would keep to the track and do as they were told.

The southern horizon grew ragged as a formation bean to peak before him and this sent relief to the mountain cub. He loathed how plush their trail had been and yearned for rock and grit once more. “It will,” he replied slowly, his eyes remaining on the looming formation. “Let’s go.” Their pace seemed almost rushed, as if they had been starved miners that had just struck gold. But, there was something that stopped them abruptly once they had nearly made it.

Piss. The peak has already been claimed. There was something laced in the marker that reminded him of Tartok. His ears perked and his lips fell straight as he looked over to his sister as he attempted to gage just what she made of this. It’s as if they had been following this invisible trail the entire time. “There is only one way to find out,” He suggested, his snout tipping towards the sky as if to suggest that she should raise her voice. He let out a call, summoning anybody to meet them at the borders.