Nova Peak göçebe kalp

lorcan is getting the boot soon so mayhaps old man can come gripe at everyone! (and the children need a grandpa)

 

what has led kürsat here? 
it is surely not the climb. back in his youth, he had been sure of foot, eager even, to climb such terrain. now? hmmph. he mumbles curses beneath his tongue as large paws step cautiously upon rock. 
despite the thick scent of pack, the old man has crossed into the borders with ease! and with little care for any repercussions, batty-minded. 
wearing the hide of muskox, the same he has carried with him for high on five winters. it is worn, old, and smells only slightly of piss. overall, he and the fur are due for a wash. 
eventually he stops atop a bed of wildflowers and makes himself comfy, settling to his side with a loud huff and letting eyes slowly shut. listening to the sounds of the peak and tasting the scents of spring noon.