Silvertip Mountain the towers of the mind

As the wind caressed the mountainside, Muirrin thought she could hear whispers and howls emerge from the depths of crevices and caves that pockmarked this particular mountain... but like the scents at the base of the mountain, they seemed old and stale. Ghosts, she thought, a ripple of raised fur moving along her back once again. Still, she accepted their presence and pressed on. They had answers, she was sure, and they might gift them to her if she proved herself worthy.

Perhaps that was why the female did not start as another fell in step beside her, silent and non-aggressive, but simply accepted the company. For a moment, Muirrin thought it was one of the spirits come to join her—but a quiet taste of the air told her the other woman's scent was tangible. Not a spirit, then, though she might have answers to share nonetheless.

After another few heartbeats of silence, Muirrin ventured, "Can you feel them, too?"