Sawtooth Spire bleed through spaces

not to look, per se, warsbane corrects with a soft shake of his head. well, sort of, i guess. i came to explore. he makes a grand gesture with his left paw; lowering it, perhaps a bit subconsciously, when the sunlight catches one of the numerous scars that notably littered his body. it's the allure of discovering. of learning secrets of the land.

he does not expect anyone to relate to or understand his desire to explore, to seek adventure when there probably wasn't any to be found.

very different than looking. he adds, softly, perhaps in his own defense; despite that it is his own thoughts that are making him defensive.

what about you? warsbane turns the question back to her quickly. why'd you come up here? just to be alone? it's a long way to travel for isolation.