we go north

They climbed to dizzying heights - up, up, up. Bazi was surprised to see a sparse smattering of trees at the very top, clinging stubbornly to the cold, smooth rock. Millennia of weathering had created an undulating ocean of cold, bare rock smeared with only the hardiest of moss. Stunted heather nestled in the crevices, braced against the cold and wind.

Bazi loved everything about it.

Only Scimitar's gentle voice stopped her from romping around the mountaintop like a lunatic child. She inhaled deeply of the cold air and turned to face him, studying his broad, bear-like face as he reminisced. Nova Peak. "Nova Peak it is," she agreed softly, gazing down at the treetops. "And this - the Northwood. For the pines, and the cold."

Hope it's OK to have Bazi name the forest!