Sawtooth Spire sometimes it's all confusing in a world so loud

mobile so forgive the length. I try and make it longer, but my phone screen makes it seem longer than it is. Hope you don't mind little old me.

When Reyson had first seen the spire he had been fascinated. It's beauty didn't call to him no it's rugged ferocity did. It blinked at him with jagged teeth and broken rocks. He wanted to conquer it.

First pawstep was easy. As he continued upward his muscles burned. He relished it. Pain only lasted so long. He enjoyed pushing his body to it's limit.

It was mid step he caught another scent and then noticed the small she wolf. He sniffed hadn't smelled another pack, but perhaps in his excitement for training he has misstep. He bunched his muzzles ready for anything especially when caught sight of her visage.