Sunset Valley you don't make a deal to become immortal with angels

With miles behind her and a region she barely knew even further back, Mojave hadn't planned on figuring out where she was going. Wanderlust had gripped her once again and for the weeks that spread out afterward, she had bade her farewells to the river and its pack. She was directionless at best, wavering between pushing a continual pace southward and at times, tempted to go back the way she had come. When mountains had cropped up she had worked her way over them and following their swift decent, emerged into the valleys of the wilderness below.

At least here, the summer heat was not as overbearing as she would have thought. The air was decidedly humid though and surprisingly this far into what she could have guessed was an insular tundra—of course, she had no way of knowing such exact terms, or whether they were right—it was still barren. Growth had blossomed and springy grass kept the shuffle of her feet near silent as she travelled. For countless miles she wandered on her own and for once, was not entirely perturbed with the lack of company. There was simply too much to see; her eyes scanned the horizon beneath a rise for anything that stood out over it. Landmarks, something, anything that would give her a mock destination for now.

It wasn't until she crested that rise did she see the glacier and its proud peak stand out ahead of her—she totally missed the deer that grazed below.