Silvertip Mountain under thunder’s bruised and snarling sky

They had settled nicely, Nyx thought, but the looming presence of something off lured her into spending even the days up and about as the others slept. Tulugak found the change fine; he slept and flew with her no matter the time of day and for that she was thankful. Perhaps a bit eerily, the two creatures depended emotionally on one another. Nyx thought that also Tulu had been abandoned by someone dear, but he almost never spoke of the past.

The peculiar bird led her over their somewhat defined borders and with a howl to @Damien and the rest of their group, she slipped away towards the mountains she was not at all familiar with. It looked as if a small dusting of snow graced her back, but the freckles were not the result of the weather. Ever so carefully did she follow Tulugak as he flew from ledge to rock to lonesome branch until the duo found themselves high enough for a great view. Apparently the land beyond there was blue like the sky, or so Nyx thought. She did not remember much of the sea, or if she had been there before, but she most definitely didn't recognize it.

The raven landed between her shoulders as usual, pecking her torn ear softly, before she turned her head to see if anyone was near.