Silvertip Mountain paradise

Mountains. Tonravik was most at home in these locations. She had been born upon Arktayok Peak, and raised romping Ivik Summit with her brothers. She had suffered many falls, but had never died for it. The injuries gained from the Mountain had given her a healthy dose of respect early on for the great fangs that the land enabled them to climb. And as she spotted one, then and there, that looked like a difficult climb...

She moves to conquer it.

The daughter of Tartok is not so different from Siku herself. Her ambition fueled her. For now, Tonravik understands it to be wanderlust. But as she looks at this place, it feels too like home to her. From the instant her dark eyes take it in, there is a certain knowing that fills the hollow within her. There is no word for it. She simply accepts it.

Sinew stretches beneath thick furs that had begun to shed. She was used to winters, always; the heat of this place was suffocating to her, and so she traveled as the sun fell from the sky. The higher she would go, the cooler it would become.