Mount Everfall we have a city to burn

for @Poltergeist; sorry this took me a while to get up!

while the stench of urine claims the territory directly to the east of silver creek, the territory directly to the west is blissfully clear of piss markings staking claim and thus it is the towering, narrowing mount jutting up from the earth like a nature-made needle. a dizzying glimpse towards it's peak as to of which's true glory is hidden by thick, grey clouds forces tvarog's claws to sink into the soil; frozen and unyielding when compared to the supple earth of the creek's woodlands. he is tempted to turn 'round and return to the little niche of paradise — in all fairness, anything was better than the grit and parch of the sandy dunes and redrock of the badlands' claim, his usedtobe home — but something keeps him exploring.

he does not stray too far from the line between silver creek and mount everfall, tapering ever closer to the triangular meeting between the creek, mount and basin. drawn to the freshwater source of pencil-thin waterfalls that fall from high up from the mount down to the earth, flowing over its bed of slate grey rocks. the scent of mountain goat is strong and though his mouth waters for the prospect of something more sustaining than rabbit or other assortment of small woodland critter he doesn't bother tracking them.

instead, he lingers here in the grassy knolls of no-man's-land; content to explore for a few hours' time before eventually, returning to the relative seclusion of the creek, though for how long that'll last is anyone's guess.