Boartusk Heights Corpus Craggus

The wolf had an inkling that he wouldn't encounter many beasts upon these dangerous slopes, and yet there was a stranger striding towards him. Tulimaq had not noticed any layering scents as he'd roamed. It was most likely a rogue that had crossed his path and he sized him up with a scrutinizing gaze; although he remained neutral in posture and shrewd in expression, Tulimaq couldn't help but be mildly impressed by the stranger. This place was not as hospitable as others from what Tulimaq had discovered, it was dangerous and it was wild, which made any venture up the mountain a struggle. Yet the two wolves were crossing paths as if it were commonplace.

Whatever positive view Tulimaq had of the stranger was vague at best and would take some time to take root, and it didn't help when their voice crooned over the exposed stones of the hillside. It seemed as if Tulimaq wasn't going to get any sleep at all tonight. His brow furrowed slightly as his passive expression became more of a frown, although whether the stranger could see it in the dark was anyone's guess. The boar-like man snorted derisively and decided not to entertain the comment with a reply, although one could argue a lack of response - and that dissipating cloud of breath - was the equivalent.

Not so good for hunting either, Tulimaq finally said. He hadn't tried to hunt upon the mountain but the stranger didn't know that. A part of him wanted to keep this wild gem to himself. Perhaps he could dissuade the stranger from spending his time here, but that brought up a different thought - why would he bother? Tulimaq held no land to his name, and there was no reason to fixate on a mountainside in the middle of nowhere.