Silvertip Mountain Profound

The first tang of Autumn air kissed the land-locked forest, and with it came a crisp breeze from the North. No longer would the days be rainy, muggy, or humid — as was the norm during the late summer weeks. Instead, the Earth would soon be cascaded into a vibrant parade of red and yellows as it prepared for its great winter slumber. For now, however, the land was simply happy to enjoy these rich Fall days when the rivers were still flush with fish, the grasses thick, and the harvest bountiful.

Yet, there was one creature who stood out against the green boughs of the alpine pines. She was a newcomer to these lands, worn ragged from the long journey. Her paws were sore, legs numb, and mind tired; but an effervescent light burned bright in her stormy eyes, fueled by a desire to make right all that was wrong in her world. Tuwawi's life seemed to fall to pieces right before her eyes. Snapjaw Battalion was far away, Njal was gone, and her encounter with Siku in a distant land had been fleeting. Now marred and alone, the red woman had the peaks of a range named Silvertip in her sight. The cliffs were as jagged as the scar on her face, and she smirked at their resemblance to her once-home. Perhaps this was a good omen.