Ouroboros Spine lambent, flashing, red and white.

Finding her, he was pleased that she had not been lost or otherwise put off by his taking off. Flashing her a toothy smile, he made the climb effortlessly, bringing them to a part in the trail where the ridge seemingly plateaued off. In reality it did no such thing, but there was something about the view that framed it just show, giving it the illusion that they had come to a proverbial shelf. From there, as he cast his glided gaze out over the territory, autumn's full colors stood out against the conifers that dominated their basin-like claim. The last time he had come there, he had been happened upon by Ptarmigan, and the forest had not adopted the decorative coat that it now wore.

It was stunning, to say the least, and he drank it in at length. “From here, you can almost see everything we have claim on. It really gives you a sense of how large the lake in our territory is, as well.” Mordecai had never thought the cratered lake to be as vast as it was, but it dug into their territory considerably. His eyes skirted over it, pressing to the highest peaks that they could not reach; a smattering of snow clung to some pinnacles, but for the most part the squat mountains were not as well adorned as the other ranges of the Wilds.

He had to pull his gaze after several moments to return to the patterned face of Harlyn.

“What do you think?”