Boartusk Heights Corpus Craggus

the wildcat was met with a snort, and he could not help but to allow the dark line of his lips curl upward into a ghostly smile. it lingered there for a heartbeat before vanishing and returning his expression to that of a surly savage sort. one ear splayed to the side while leaving the other to remain cupped forward. after a few moments, the stranger remarked that the territory was not kind to hunters in the same regard that it did not look fondly on those attempting to find a peaceful sleep. tusk furrowed his brow over his lightless yellow gaze and latched them to the expression of the mountaineer. if he had been capable enough to have made it where they stood, surely he should have known that the alpine area had offered the promising scent of boar.

“hogs seem to like it,” tusk returned sharply. his tone remained evenly placed and confident in the lingering portions of it. after his comment, the wildcat turned his head to where he had last scented them and motioned with a short bobbing of his muzzle. the image of him cut a figure that closely resembled the razorback just before he turned his crown back to the stranger. there, he held himself against the cut of the chilling wind and cast the mountaineer a questioning glance from beneath furrowed brows. “wouldn't be a bad claim, if there were a capable few,” tusk then stated, waiting to see what the other would say.

the two seemed capable enough in spite of their nonchalance about having crossed paths against such an unspoiled background. it was as though the heights had been crafted only for those who were savage enough to venture onto it; the rest could only marvel from below. it was as it should have been – built wild for the beasts of the earth.