Silvertip Mountain but what's inside you?

specifically, he's exploring the glass cave sub-territory. c:

ridgeback, ironically — given his name — isn't one for mountains. he prefers flat woodlands ...the occasional rolling hill fine. though he both admires and acknowledges the underlying majesty of rocky sentinels that loom like titans trying to escape the earth he isn't a fan of the height. still, the view that silvertip offers him is nothing short of breathtaking. when the light rain shower starts up, he seeks shelter in the yawning mouth of a cave, unwilling to test his balance and luck on rocks slick with moss and rainwater. the utter darkness is a slight adjustment that his eyes make easily enough and the end result is well worth it. the tunnel of the cave give way to a cavern that is inviting, filled to the brim with crystals that would no doubt glimmer in the sunlight when it was not obscured by rainclouds. the small incline down leads to loamy grass and low plant life and pools of shallow freshwater.

would you look at that..., ridgeback admires aloud — to the bats that dwell in the darker and deeper parts of the cavern system no doubt. maybe silvertip mountain wasn't so dreadful and dull after all, he considers.