Mount Everfall wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait

A glimmer of teeth thrown over his should was the only response the male of the void received, taunting and goading his counterpart, though to participate in anything other than a steady walk would surely be death upon this narrow trail. There was little dissonance between the pair, the bond of their souls running deeper than the covenant of the womb could ever aspire to be. Jeers and jabs would not be their downfall, even upon the perilous lofts of the stone structure.

Steadfast and sure, paws carried the man of pallid fur from the trail and into the wooded thick, ears swiveling independently as the sounds adjusted; the roar of the falls dulled now, muted by the landscape, while the rustle of flora and fauna amplified, almost cacophonous in the wake of such silence. Though their venture here was incomplete, Stjornuati remained unimpressed.