Sawtooth Spire I'll be happy when you're gone

The midnight male had struggled to climb as high as he did. This path was not his original goal, but something had lured him to the pillars. The energy given to him by his last meal was long gone, leaving him to stumble along. When this happened, he thought it best to stop and rest, try to regain his lost energy.

He turned his yellow gaze towards one of the pilars and thought about why he'd chosen to climb up instead of walk around. Below he would be able to find rivers to fish in, while up here all of the streams would be flowing down. With this in mind, the reason hit him full force: he'd be able to see where the water was instead of wandering aimlessly. Sighing, his jaws parted and brought with it the scent of wolf and food. The scent of wolf failed to make him weary of others, instead he mind was fixated on the second scent. Hoisting himself up, he walked up farther in hope of a meal.