Sheepeater Cliff Don't shoot love, baby

@Ivev Near the base!

Stretching her legs after spending so long in Ouroboros was one of the most gratifying experiences Ptarmigan thought she'd ever had. In truth, it was only a small pleasure, but she took great joy in it. She was uneasy whenever she walked among the pines of her stolen home, and though she was supposed the be the head honcho, she suspected pitch forks around every corner. Eventually, she grew stressed to the point of needing release, and running across the Flatlands was exactly that.

A gentle breeze toyed with the fur on her face, while the longer hairs on her back whipped into a tangle in the wind she generated with her sprint. Her tongue lolled out the side of her mouth as she ran, only stopping when she came into the shadow of the central mountain range. If she thought hard about it, she would remember travelling through here before, but it hadn't been remarkable enough for her to remember it.

Above her, cliffs climbed infinitely upward. It promised adventure, but for the time being, Ptarmigan stood and regained her breath and strength at the foot.

Maroon 5 — Shoot Love