Moonspear or something deep inside is dying

Kaylan began to climb, reveling in the feel of it— the way it made his muscles bend, so differently than he was used to. He missed the salt of the sea, that which had imprinted upon him so long ago in his youth, but the tall shadow was intriguing. It made his progress slow, for he would pause to investigate the newness of the place, following the scent markings left by his pack mates. His heart fluttered, anxious that he would meet one of his pack mates— afraid, but knowing full well it was an inevitability and continuing on anyway.

A marker directed him both forwards and upwards, and another led him to the right— up to the mountain's summit, or right to a rocky outcropping. He glanced upwards, knowing that was the true path, but in the end chose to step toward the outcropping. In truth, it was to give his nerves a break, but the beast told himself that it was to simply enjoy the view. From here, he could see the ocean, and he felt something peculiar in his chest as he gazed upon it.