Nova Peak Until I found a bruise on the other side

Sawtooth was not my mountain, she disagreed. It was not her legacy, and she had none of the fond memories he had. Maybe that was her fault, but it was the truth regardless. The glacier was my mountain. It was not so much a mountain in the literal sense, but it meant to her what Sawtooth meant to him. She had forever chased the dream of having another life like she had on the glacier. It seemed it was not obtainable, though, at least not in the foreseeable future. 

They walked quietly along the path for a bit before he finally answered her question, and she waited patiently. When he spoke, she nodded, a knowing look on her face. What happened? she asked, although she could guess what had eventually forced a wedge between him and Wylla; it was most likely the same thing that had soured him to Taki back in Diaspora—she had wanted more from him than he was willing to offer. She didn't know Wylla as much as she did Mahler, but she had a feeling she wouldn't have been super happy about sharing him. But then, maybe she was and it was something else that had caused issues between the leaders.