Lion Head Mesa Switch my whip, came back in black

From Stone Circle, Atreus loped due south several miles, then veered westward. This route took him past the mountains rather than through them. Not only did he appreciate the relative ease of his travels, he enjoyed the unfamiliarity of his surroundings as he traipsed along the foot of Sawtooth Spire and eventually emerged on the edge of a meadow.

He knew enough about the region to orient himself now. The caldera—his destination—was on the far side of the mesa rising before him. He had never been to Akashingo but he knew of its location after living in Mereo these past several months. Atreus also knew a bit about the sort of wolves who lived there, though largely he remained ignorant.

This ignorance drove his curiosity. Rather than giving the upland a wide berth, he directly approached the edge of its claim. He tilted his head upward to admire the bluff silhouetted against the blue winter sky, wondering at its flat top. What must the views be like from up there?