Horizon Ridge you are free from the bonds that bound you

What did he have to hide? Nary a thing—it was then, knowing that the other wolf had stopped that Solpallur swung around to fully see just what, or rather who he was dealing with. Another pallid face and body, not unlike his brother, and one who still wore the signs of being a alpinist despite their relative proximity to the open waters. It made sense, not only did skyldmenni find one another, but that such a being would be able to keep up with the duo in their climb along the ridge.

“Alpínisti,” he growled, “you follow. Why?” A harsh tongue and voice, seeming ever disused and commanding. He did not know a gentler tone, let alone an easier way to present himself. His was a life of seclusion, of survival, and of bared teeth to take and defend. Yet here where they had been guided by stars and dreams and desire alike, he had a thirst for knowledge that burned at him.

“Do you seek the mountain?” It rose behind him now, unforgiving as his tongue was grappling with the common language spoken so freely here. Not the first nor the last of the mountains he had seen, but perhaps the most interesting of them all. The weeping forest had spat them out to here, and regardless of how things went, Solpallur had every intent of scaling its reaches in due time.