Silvertip Mountain dead end alley

I would totally prefer someone to come chase Echelon off, mostly because she's here to be a Lauren to y'all. >___>

Following her jaunt across the flatlands, the mountains of the west rose up sharply. Among these was yet another tall and imposing peak, one that perhaps some time ago would have been something she would have considered for Tartok. But this mountain would not do and more importantly as she quickly discovered, it was a claimed area. Strongly claimed at that, unquestionably so. She sneered at it from the woodlands at its base, grumbling to herself at the girth in which the mountain rose up and stole from the flatlands.

A shimmery tip protruded into the cloud cover above, obscuring its full height from the dark-haired wolf of Tartok. The treeline she stood beneath also did the same, though the absence of leaves greatly helped in her spying where earth met sky and punctured a hole through it. It was not the sight of this mountain that had brought her there, but rather the loss of a quarry behind lines she was supposed to not cross.

She wouldn't cross it, but cockily so, she hiked her skinny little leg up and peed.

Echelon hadn't meant to accidentally mail them a hare, but lo and behold, she had.

A little side dish of urine seemed fair in exchange.

bill elm & woody jackson — dead end alley