Nova Peak doomsday party

Everyone would always have hunger in common.

It was what had bid her to keep on her march. Through a tangle of trees she had walked, through shifting lands she had weaved. If the peak did not have good hunting then it might offer a good view from a high path, if she could make it so high.

Only someone else seemed to be present — which meant she might have done best to scuttle along elsewhere.

Instead she opted to announce her presence. The sound that she did so with might have been questionable.

A nasally snorting that sounded like she might have been prepared to loosen a loogie.