Sawtooth Spire we have built cathedrals out of spite and splintered bone

The cold of the Taiga has pushed Ynes further into the center of the Wilds. Her winter coat has begun to shed, albeit later in the season than most of her counterparts. As she pushes up onto a mountain range, her limbs loose against the changing altitude, it becomes clear to Ynes that she must soon find a place to settle. Although not a permanent settlement, she needs something to sustain her for a week or so until she can regain her bearings.

The scent of another streamlines into her nostrils, though she is confident that the other is far away enough from where she stands that she can continue on her way. Nonetheless, Ynes keeps her ears perked and her attention set on her surroundings.