Wapun Meadow And miles to go before I sleep

Gonna fade this~

With an agreeable rumble coming from her aokkatti, Echelon let her tongue rest. Her eagerness was palpable as a taste; she could almost feel the ice and snow of the glacier. It was a prime location for them, for Tartok, and she would happily lie in wait until they took the trek to it. Comfortably, she entertained the thought of all that could be — would be in her mind — as the minutes ticked by.

Soon, she decided. Soon they would leave this miserable glen for the climes and glory of something more.