Mount Apikuni arylide

As they settled into the wood and tracked the herds across the valley, Redd also roamed the surrounding ground.  The mountain to their rear drew her.  It harkened to the rise, higher ground from which to appraise the lands below, but it spanned into a range on both sides.  The stones were powerful here, not solitary things as they were upon the taiga.

She wound a trail up and into the lower reaches, then paused to survey her progress.  The Emberwood was an uneven sea of dying color below her.  Come winter the sea would drain entirely, leaving only a forest of skeletal limbs in its wake.

She saw no caribou from here.  Perhaps higher, but she did not press on just yet.

Instead she breathed in slowly, tasting the wind and the messages it carried.  Not all were clear, but from the north came the sharp word of snow.  More would fall within the day if the breezes did not turn.  She shook out her coat in anticipation.  Snow slowed the herds and impaired all senses.  The hunt lead would gather them.  She should return before the night arrived.