Silvertip Mountain under thunder’s bruised and snarling sky

The sound of the blaring cold wind in her ears made her a little deaf to the sounds around her, but the woman had been observant from a young age. The mountains were not her preferred terrain though, and even the different air made her feel as if something was wrong. Her whole life was spent on the ground, in forests, surrounded by many of her own. She felt vulnerable.

It was then the clattering of what sounded like cobble shifting and falling caught her attention - Tulu cooed softly in response, obviously also not comfortable with where they had found themselves. Well then why did you lead me up here? Nyx thought with a roll of her eyes before her gaze landed upon the silver male. Her own bi-colored eyes stared into his yellow ones, one brow raising and rearranging the constellations that decorated her face.

Excuse me, are we somewhere where we don't belong? She asked in a serious tone, already feeling unwanted in this territory.