Journey

Slowly and surely the path towards the naked crags rose in altitude, but the ground did not betray this. Even as they climbed, soft underfooting camouflaged fragments of granite and shale - much unlike the harsher Arktayok Peak, or Ivik Summit of Seahawk Valley. The pulp of decaying trees, fallen pine needles, and soil stewed together in a fragrant potpourri to cover the forest's floor, and only the heartiest of grass and saplings managed to worm their way up to the sun. This land was the opposite of Swiftcurrent, and though Tuwawi - born as a summer child in the southern plains - was more accustomed to their valley home, something about this new land was enticing.

'I don't plan to, but that doesn't mean I won't. Should the right opportunity arise...' Ptargiman responded, silky voice trailing with open-ended words. One of Tuwawi's ears turned, and she had half a mind to suggest such an opportunity... but still, the ember was cautious with her words. Only a small smile was offered in lieu of the invitation she wanted to deliver. It was easier to simply network... for now.

Do you think there's a pack out here? asked her companion. "That is one reason I have traveled. To find out," Tuwawi revealed as she rolled her shoulders, flexing tight sinew - it had been months since the new mother had traveled so far. The Endore commented on the downfalls of pack life; her words mirroring Swiftcurrent's troubles. "Sometimes taking that road is for the best," the Sveijarn reflected, glimpsing briefly to the dark women before turning her gaze back to the mountain's crest, which was just a league away. "We're here."