Mount Everfall your skin knew battle before it knew war

Darcia realized too late that leaving the cover of the shadewood had been a mistake. The morning had started out bright upon his departure, but as time passed and the distant mountain grew ever-nearer, the sky became darker until a drizzle had suddenly set upon him. The wolf didn't turn back— it was just a little falling water— and he had come too far from his chosen domain to give up on his task now. He wanted to see more of the peak, and he was determined not to return to home being none the wiser about his present target. One could speculate that the mountain wasn't going anywhere, that he could visit it at any time, but Darcia was not a man easily deterred.

He had swam crashing waves and braved thunderous heights. A little rain wouldn't be the thing of nature to best him.

He thought this, until the rain began to fall harder; the weather petulantly soaking him as if it'd been able to read his defiant thoughts. The titan picked up his pace, closer now to the mountain than he was to home, so he chose to find shelter there until the brunt of the summerstorm passed.

He'd been born on a mountain, but even in the dreary gray he could tell that this one was not as tall or as easily traveled as his homeland had been. He spotted the mouth of a cave fairly quickly, picking up his trot into a slow gallop towards it; but he became stalled at its entrance when the scent of another already occupying the space hit him full on the nose upon arriving. He hung back in the rain, unable to see the canine inside, and unwilling to encroach without some idea of what he was walking into. Darcia boofed into the space and narrowed his gaze in an attempt to have his eyes adjust to the dark; stilling so that he might be able to tell if he was unwelcome or not.