Boartusk Heights Some might say "euphoric", no, there's really no words for it

I'm absolutely stealing this???
Dated before this thread in personal timeline.

Coming home from seeing Siarut was a mess she was ill prepared for — she had to cross a never-ending assload of mountains, and as the sun began to rise it was becoming kind of a chore.  The breeze was nice, at least — something to look forward to in this godforsaken place.

At least soon she would be home, and then she could get back to doing less physically taxing work, like border marking or, well, hmm.  Anything was less taxing than climbing a fucking mountain range — twice!

She carried on, the thought of some clandestine pack was very far from her mind, but subconsciously she found herself following something familiar and it wasn't the Redhawks.  Once she realized what it was her pace quickened until the silhouette of none other than Tuathal came into view.  Hey!