Porcupine Ridge immortals

@Thorin I'm not the fastest/bestest at sprees but we can give it a shot if you want!

Rue climbed the narrow pathway up to Porcupine Ridge, her footsteps leaving a fresh trail in the newly-fallen snow. It was a quiet morning, the air as still as it was cool and crisp. The honey-eyed woman had awoken with the singular desire to gaze out over the vale from her favorite spot on the ridge, knowing that the landscape would be untouched and pristine at this early hour. Something about bearing witness to that kind of perfection enticed Rue like nothing else, and she hurried forward with a jovial spring in her step.