Sunspire Mountains Can't fight the friction

@Tree <3

If she had wished to be spotted climbing the side of a mountain and trekking across each ridge accessible to her, the raven would not have concealed herself in the darkness of night. But she was the Nightstalker, and most days she slept. When the moon rose and elongated shadows crept from behind each rock and tree, that was when she made her movements. As silent and lethal as a panther, graceful as she slipped between ridges and advanced steadily up the mountain. Only when she had a clear view of the edge of a cliff of the land around her and then glowing moon above her did she halt in her tracks.

Her plan had not been to see the magnificent sights from above, however. Rather, she had scented the corpse of something that must have fallen from higher up and cracked their head open on the rocky surface below. The voices muttered to themselves, a hushed plea that begged her to eat the mangled body, to feel the blood trickle down her throat, whatever it was. She could not care less. Most likely it was a mountain goat who had slipped off the edge - it would not taste as pleasurable delicious as a fallen wolf, but she would settle for the free meal.