Mount Everfall One great big festering neon distraction

Tûgar, like Aklark, preferred places of rock to anything else. They would soon leave these lands she was certain, as the herds direction seemed to separate them from this place. She, also like Aklark, bore no sentiment toward this place other than the fact that its difficult-to-reach altitudes existed in a place that otherwise seemed level. Tûgar ascended upward, her lithe, toned frame moving quickly enough. She trailed the tawny Tartok male, ever eager to bond with her brethren. Tartok was a brotherhood, after all. More than that, she wanted to find her place among them. She did not mind testing the waters. Her ambition was limited, but she would never be content to linger beneath another who could not hold their own, or earn their keep. She was not shy in her approach, though not so loud as to cause a disruption in any other mountain lurkers day.