Spotted Eagle Mountain But inside, the beast still grows

Forward dated to the 4th of August. Tagging @Polaris

It had been a couple of days since Āzoniol's entry to the Teekon wilds. Things didn't have much of a pretty start as one can imagine from first impressions — the pale brute was in an unhinged, restless, and relatively lethargic state that resulted in his increasingly failing health becoming visible to those around him. Eventually however, he'd found a bit of peace and would begin to settle down in his new surroundings — he even began gaining back the weight that was rotting away. That wasn't to say that Āzon was all better now, but at least he didn't look like the feral skeleton he was before.

Āzoniol's journey now carried him from the forest greenery far behind and towards more rocky ground — one could only assume this meant there were mountains upahead. His large paws made it a pain to climb up the terrain but he eventually made his way towards a flattened surface to rest. There was something eerie in the atmosphere of these mountains, as if he could sense the dimming presence of life. Mabey it was the dying trees, but oh well. As long a he had a place to rest his aching muscles then being picky wasn't an option.

He sighed and layed his stomach onto the ground below, resting his large cranium between his paws. Despite the dying foliage surrounding the place, It was... actually quite tranquil up here...