Nova Peak göçebe kalp

eh? he snorts, still half-sprawled in wildflowers, legs refusing to move the way they should. his eye squints up at the pale thing towering over him. announce myself? what d’you want, a banner? a parade? he grumbles, swatting a paw lazily through the air.

a man as old as me don’t got time for rules, he spits, tossing his chin like it’s got any weight left. you start followin’ borders and titles and pleasantries, next thing you know you’re dead and no one remembers your name. an' i been climbin’ longer than you’ve been suckin’ milk, girl. his nose wrinkles, snorts again. and maybe a bit ripe. got a problem with that, dig me a stream.

he shifts, joints popping like dry sticks. it doesn't seem that he's gonna be moving anytime soon.