The Sunspire boy peeling a fruit

@Amekaze !

He tread along the lower reaches of the mountain, staring at it. Fascinated by it. The talus was littered with scree, and while there were patches of snow coating the dully colored soil, trails of disturbed stone littered the area. As he approached what he believed to be a pathway, a great ridge which coiled alongside the steep forest, the wanderer had to stop and consider the dangers of the mountainside. He did not know this place. It was a far cry from what he had once considered home; more rugged, nearly indomitable. Caravaggio crept along through the debris - keeping away from the small and loose shale as much as possible, but occasionally touching a paw upon a heavy gneiss, which gave way - and sent him in to a flurry of haphazard motion. Caravaggio stayed standing (by the grace of the almighty) but found his journey's progress almost cut in half.