Nova Peak gründung

Oh, what a wonderful thing to run!

Sure, it was raining like the dickens and it was a lot colder here than Wylla was accustomed to, but for right now, she didn't notice. She was able to bound along sloped ridges and hop down low shelves with almost no fear of twisting her ankle or meeting her doom at the end of a long drop. Compared to Sawtooth Spire, with its toothy foothills and its dead ends and dangers around every corner, Nova Peak was practically a gentle hill.

She was pleased to find herself more surefooted from her time in the jagged peaks. She wasn't as easily winded and her legs didn't tremble with exertion like they did before. She found herself in the higher reaches pretty easily and, upon spotting Mahler, loped forward to snap at his retreating tail tip. She wasn't necessarily happy—they'd left the shadow of Thade in the mountains, this land was unfamiliar, and she still had a lot of personal issues to work through on top of that—but she was at least in a good enough mood to yank his tail.

If you're sick of me lemme know!