Little Goat Mountain eyetooth

from the glade, through meadowlands and the cresting hills which sloped to forests of dark emerald — through the night they spoke and they kept up the wolf-trotting, miles eaten away behind swiftcurrent and kvarsheim.

before the skies began to grey they came to the thinning edge of the weald and out into the lower slopes of a small mountain which overlooked their path down into the desert. the air here hung too with frost and yet felt more warmed, less heavy.

eivor glanced heavenward and then surveyed the mountain with precise gaze. "there is a gap in those rocks, not a far climb. we will be protected there," the skjaldmaer suggested to @Akavir, taking a moment to stretch an aching arm.