Silvertip Mountain uphold the mission

The thick-furred Ikkalrok rests upon Silvertip, surrounded by her dozing brothers in arms. It was her turn to keep watch, and feeling her reservoirs replenished, she yawns before hoisting herself up to all fours and lumbering ahead, keeping to the shade. Her attention keeps to her surroundings, and she pauses near a ridge that offers her a gracious view. This was one of the easier mountains she had traveled in her lifetime, and the scents of many passing through were noted. They had elected to find the most difficult of paths to trek, though that had been easy for she and hers to accomplish. She settled onto her haunches, though even in this restful state she appears poised to strike, like a cougar laying in wait. She blends well enough with the stone, and has kept beneath a ridge that offers her shade—but she is not at all impossible to miss. She does not intend to be.