Mount Apikuni ﹌ tskow’aya

for @Skukä

the mountain air was crisp, laced with the scent of damp earth and pine. tey’gan exhaled slow, letting the breath roll from his chest like the river winding beneath them. they had been traveling long, through ridges and dense thickets, but now—now they had found a place to rest.
he cast a glance toward the sky, watching as the last tendrils of sunlight kissed the peaks, the world around them bathed in deep hues of violet and blue. the river hummed, a gentle song against stone, soothing, familiar.
we can rest here for the night.
his voice was steady, a quiet certainty in the vastness of the wild. he stepped closer to the river’s edge, letting the cold water lap at his paws. the night would be cold, but the land here was kind. it would hold them well until morning.