Boartusk Heights Tenderfoot

As much as he savors the animalism of a loner's continued persistence, Natjuk finds himself at a crossroads. He has explored most of the hinterlands, a portion of the coast, and uncovered some of Great Bear Wilderness's domains. In doing so, he has crossed paths with plenty. Further yet, he has had numerous chances to assimilate.

These wildernesses are wanting. There is nothing inherently wrong with being pleasant. That is all he sees here. Benignity. And he - unable to answer that kindness with teeth.

The more he ascends this obscure zenith, the more his body aches in such exquisite fashion. Everything burns, burns, burns until exhaustion hits him. He crumples in a satisfied, panting heap. Spit lacquers tooth and gum, messily decorating his split maw. He looks out over the dominions below him but none call to him as the mountains do.

That sound...there is a creek nearby. He'll investigate soon enough.