Ocean's Breath Plateau Blue

Nah, I wasn't DTB.

It was pretty clear he hadn't thought that far ahead. When he did, the first thing he could picture was his death, evidently. Wildfire smiled thinly at this bleak (if enthusiastically enunciated) declaration. She had never experienced winter, so she couldn't speak to the subject personally. But she had heard it was the harshest and most difficult of the seasons, albeit the most plentiful when it came to large game as the herds migrated. She gnawed thoughtfully on the inside of her left cheek.

"Living in the moment, huh?" Wildfire said a bit lamely (and rhetorically), glancing past Vlad again to take in one last swig of the beautiful views before finally turning to go, lest he keep venturing down a path that might lead to Moonspear. "I'm going to head home now. You take care, Vlad." Good luck, don't die, her fleeting smile said before she turned and began trotting toward the plateau's rear, the wind and sea and hopefully not Vlad at her back.