Nova Peak pen-channas

finding nothing but wolves, felaróf looped back along his cut trail, keeping a steady gait. here a mountain had breathed fire, and too recently for his liking. in the lands of old, it had been dragons roiling beneath the earth, their breath emitted as ash and flame and death. the horselord shivered a sound beneath his breath, and cantered beyond long-sight of the fel mountain, stopping only when he was far beyond.

there was a more pleasant peak in sight when he broke his fast on soft green ridges, and for a long time felaróf only eyed it with mild intrigue. yet it reminded him too much of the great silvermist mountains to be left alone. at length he rested and pressed on, hooves eventually clacking against the loose rocks that had fallen down its sides.

he looked up the scraggy hillock, stepping back as stone tailings toiled their sharp way to level ground, and was stunned to behold that they fled hooves like his own. a vision of blooded symmetry and elegant even in her stumbles. "ni wold quet- as i héri -o i oronti!" the valar-blessed cried upward, stepping back as not to influence a more deliberate cascade.