Sawtooth Spire un beso

Wide paws paused to gather information. A very tiny jut of earth closed off a section of rocky terrain from the rest. A boulder of jagged teeth blocked a small inlet that fed into the thicker wooded areas leading out and beyond, over the ridge, and into the Hollow. The rocky door was barely holding onto the mountain's face.

A call broke attention and gaze shifted over one shoulder to spot the stalwart bear. Jawline tilted for her presence, tail tip proffering a slight wag before going quiet. Attention resurfaced to the little bit of stone cradled between the trees. "Look," he offered quietly, inky ears preening forth to the little ridge of stone that seemed to lead to something. If it was an entrance through the outside, it must be kept and guarded for no other path wound into the territory. 

A warmth burned through body as listening devices propped back for the beta's approach. Something about the bear-wolf's presence brought the struggling vagabond home again. It was grounding. Her voice was soothing. Curiosity renewed, fiery eyes dared the beta to get there first. 

Wide paws picked up into a small gallop, traversing over jagged edges of stone and piles of clustered grass to the woody area that grew darker as the mountain's peak rose higher and higher. Previously the Eta thought this location ended here but the very tip of trees could be seen if one correctly held the appropriate angle from the south. Sojourn ended with a trot until finally pressing nose to stone and inhaling at one sharp crevice.