Mount Apikuni first of the year

With the small stinging in his paw nigh undeniable in notice, Raheerah resolved to sink back onto his haunches. He made no effort to relieve his paw of the weight of his front half, but this made it somewhat easier to ignore it. The beast wrapped his tail around his haunch and, feeling his skin prickle beneath the wind, gave a slight toss of his nape and the fur that sprouted from it. She spoke nothing more on the matter of his paw, and he opted to ignore it further, knowing well that if he should dwell on it it would only turn the ache into irritation. And he would not do well to be irritated, not right now when he was also a multitude of things - hungry, tired, exhausted from his travels.

Her mention of the plateau caused him to raise his brows. He had recently been there as well, but their encounter was brief - it was a day or so ago, as opposed to this morning. Her path must have been shorter and more concise than his own. "I doo hope you managed to avooiid the ones that craawwl it." Raheerah mentioned with regard to the plateau, and the pack that resided upon it. However, he didn't know of her relation to them, if she had any. They could be allies for all he knew.

His gaze moved out in the direction of the lake she spoke of, the lake he had first seen her traversing. It laid beyond the mountains, where the land came flat again, surrounded by the rocks and trees and the sheer wilderness. The ashy brute furrowed his brow. "Ii've not seeeen the moonliight illuminate the waters of a winter laake." He commented; as he recalled, it had been covered in a sheet of ice. Perhaps the water was still open in some parts of it. Not that it mattered to him, he had no interest in beholding this sight. Things of beauty were mortal treasures, they were below him.