Mount Everfall for when she wakes, she will move mountains

A scent has her optics flickering quickly to it's source, a woman clad in the palest silver. She does not offer any greeting other than a growl, low and threatening. Talewi knows not what may have caused this, for the mountain is not claimed, neither has she stolen or been anything other than a silent prescence on the mountain. For a moment, she is still, then snarls her own warning, a hint of challenge thrust into the dangerous tone. She is young, but the life of a warrior has been hers, and her nativity lends her fearlessness.

a smear of blood decorates her muzzle still as she holds her ground, fogged orbs narrowed as she makes her stand, not willing to back down, through foolish pride or a sense that she has done no wrong here she does not know.