Barrow Fields vii Come home to roost.

Despite his disinterest, Valmúa went on digging at the now abandoned tunnel. Had Kigipigak not been present, it was likely the red woman would have spent hours digging fruitlessly with the same strategy. She was not the type to give up easily, even when things didn't seem to be working out in her favour.
Her interest in him rather than the voles proved stronger, however, for she stopped her digging to look at him when he asked of the mountain. Val turned to look at the immense sunspire that chased the stars. A great bird climbed the currents. There was no sound up there, no small animals to tickle her insanity. She inhaled the air, wishing for it to smell of the great mountain, but catching only the sea instead.
Only around it. The way up is hard, she said, eying one of the peaks. Many of the parts of the mountain were impassible without going at least part way around it. I do not think there is a good way up from the Watch, she said, though now she wished that there was. The mountains may have been the closest thing to their homeland. She could see snow already capping the highest reaches of their rocky precipices.