we go north

Continuation for @Scimitar

That moment changed something in their relationship, like a dam breaking. They journeyed far, far north, stealing time away from the mission at hand only to eat, sleep, and occasionally repeat the thrilling, breathy encounter of the first day - often in the wide open, for all the world to see.

Eventually, they had gone past even Duskfire Glacier, and on the third day, they saw it. There, darkening the skyline like a rising Goliath, was a single, ridged peak. Even through the haze of rain, they could see the evergreen tree-line striving to climb it, fanning out over the steep rise like an advancing army of bushy, dark green tails. Bazi slowed down to stare, tail and ears rising with the hope in her heart. "Scimitar, look."

A mile-long stretch of troublesome territory separated them from the forest. Troublesome was the only word that fit. It was an uneven and craggy plain of rocks, scattered with thorny bushes and the occasional stooped, witch-like tree. They would not be traversing it at speed if they wanted to arrive on the other side without broken legs.