Moonspear unfortune

All things considered, Moonspear was quite a bit like the place he had grown up. Jagged peaks all in a row with ravines and crevasses to unknown depths butting up against forests that rolled out into partial flatlands; the familiarity was undeniable and if not for the things that kept him morally shackled there, he would have ventured off far more than he did. At least in the permanent sense.

"Around enough," came his vague answer with the roll of his shoulders. "I've been here long enough to have what I have, but I wasn't born here." A similar story to her own in that regard and one that he had no interest in going any further with. He changed the topic back in the deftest way he could.

"You'll get used to the mountain eventually, just pace yourself. No sense in running ruts along the borders for fun or trying to see the views from on high if you aren't ready. At least don't go it alone if you do want to climb, all it takes is one slip and you're bound to disappear until the snow pack melts." He had been there long enough to know that much, and Hydra far longer and able to tell the tales of packmates and lost prey alike.

"I prefer the forested parts here myself. Easier to get somewhere in a hurry, easier to hunt on... no mystery holes to disappear into and the like. I prefer to keep unfortunate ends off my agenda." He breathed out a humored note.