Nimbus Summit Without guidance, I fear I shall perish

Lane appeared in short time, panting a bit from her trip around the base of the mountain. She wasn't used to this kind of heat, and certainly not this early in the year. When she lived in the taiga, spring had come much later and never seemed to fully develop into summer. While she enjoyed the availability and variety of herbs that the Hinterlands' weather provided, Lane could very much do without the dewy humidity. 

She approached the stranger at the border with a relaxed gait and friendly demeanor. The male seemed familiar somehow, though Lane could not quite place him. "Hello. Welcome to Atautsikut," she said, speaking once she was within easy distance.