Thunder Dome well the raven is a wicked bird

parting company had always been easy for thorn; after a shared meal among @Tusk and @Quill the beast headed north, stalking the stiff mountain range that hugged the huge shoulders of the barrier mountains.

he had little interest in scaling the stony promontory, but knew the advantage a bird's eye view afforded. trailing an old deerpath, thorn soon found himself at the base of thunder dome's sleeping giant: his gaze wandered upwards, climbing along the shawl of clouds that sat at the volcano's apex. if anything lived in that electric forge, he didn't see much of it -- and the very coil of the sullen clouds seemed dangerous enough that thorn had no intention of cresting the volcano's peak.