Silvertip Mountain yeah, my brother went first

 

The journey had been somber - even Catori's overwhelming joy dampened by the touch of death. When they had arrived at the mountains base she watched Grayday and when he had spoken she reached up to gently touch his cheek. She didn't know Chaska at all and the stories she had heard were mixed. The good and the bad all came together in life, it was a part of the natural order of things. 

Once they had taken the time to pay their respects Catori took her time to paint the image for him. She described everything - how the colors of the day looked on the mountain, the birds that flew overhead. Even how the wind swept up the faint dust of snow too. Eventually she was quiet and just watched and waited. When he was ready they would go. For now, they would pay their dues.