Porcupine Ridge dorsatum

*late to the party*

Terich-mir had worked up his courage enough to traverse the mountain side of the ridge, but hadn't gone farther than that. He kept to the hollows and valleys, where grass and trees beckoned him and kept him safe from the mountain's harm. He was working on the fear that threatened his belly every time he looked upon those peaks, but still it would take a while for him to become used to the idea of living there. Only Capriccio's presence made it any easier to deal with his fear.

Taggarik's howl rose into the air as Terich was leaping down from a rock onto soft grass. He paused as he landed, lifting his ears to the sound, and then after a moment of the other's howls ringing in the air, Terich lifted his own voice, his bright song joining theirs. They were claiming this ridge as their own. It was theirs. They were home.