Silvertip Mountain the towers of the mind

All welcome, but intended for Aguta!

She could feel a presence here, and it caused her fur to raise in waves along her spine. The towering peak seemed far less welcoming than the one she had chosen to call home, but the winding pathways and visible caverns intrigued her. Were there spirits trapped here, doomed to forever wander the worn and cracked stone? Muirrin wondered if they would speak to her if she made her way to the top of their fortress.

And so with a hardened resolve, the born-again female began to make her way up a path. There was no way of telling if it was the correct path, if it would lead her anywhere—but as she was reminding herself so often, it was a start. As she traveled, she could taste the scent of other wolves... but they seemed stale, as if a pack had moved through the area. Though it gave her pause for a moment, Muirrin continued on; they seemed old enough to no longer be a danger.