Boartusk Heights Corpus Craggus

The mountains here in BC have segments that look serrated, and they're almost impossible to climb. They're the inspiration for this area. Here is an example. They're caused by rock-slides most of the time.

The night fell quickly over the mountainside thanks to the blanket of winter that had come to the wilds; the cold didn't bother him at all, but by the time Tulimaq felt like leaving the area he knew he couldn't quite hack it. The trees were too dense and it had grown black as pitch by the time he'd tried to mosey back the way he'd come. He'd be spending the night on the mountain, apparently. There were worse places.

He couldn't see the sky for all the trees, but there was a bite to the air. As he marched and hunted for a place to hide away until the morning, he felt the first rush of a howling wind; the current of air pulsed through the forest and eddied pine needles, and he ducked against it until it eased. The air felt heavy. Tulimaq crept through the forest until he spied a small gap in the canopy over his head but even squinting up at that, he couldn't tell if the sky was clear and black or hidden from him.

Eventually the man gave up his search for a safe place. The hills took too much work to climb and with the darkness and the cold, Tulimaq was risking too much. So he settled by an abutment of exposed stone; had it been daylight he would've seen the thick moss growing across it like a diorama built in homage to the mountain he climbed: dark green bands representing an alpine layer, an exposed bald head for the rest of the mountain.

The beast pirouetted on the spot a few times but couldn't get comfortable with his hip wedged against stone, so he tried again, and again, but eventually gave up. If he was going to sleep then it would be from sheer exhaustion.