Boartusk Heights Look how we all make it

Up the mountains the man went, hopping from one outcropping to the other, or clambering up a steep hill. Although, none of it bothered him, for he kind of enjoyed it. He enjoyed it more than the ocean, that was sure, but after meeting Janai, he was determined to be more open minded about it.

Zaavier paused to breathe in the crispy mountain air. However, with that air came the strong scent of wolf. There were others here, and he planned to find them. He crept further up the cliff until his steely gaze rested upon to white wolves speaking to one another. As far as he was, he could not hear what they were saying, but they obviously knew each other. They were not strangers. 

He continued forward until he finally decided they were not threats -- for now. He the brute put on his best smiley face and plodded forward. "Good evening."