Shadow Mountain civitas.

Set around July 22nd. Maybe @Sunhawk? Rev has a wound on his neck from Macaria fyi.

He did not waste time after the conversation with Merrick. He was in high spirits, burdened by the occasional thought of Ikkalrok, although it was not guilt so much as irritation, a frustration wrought of her denial and redirected energies. He had relinquished her to Merrick along with the two boys, truthfully believing they were better off raised to serve the bear-witch and the bestial coven than traipsing across a mountain unworthy of them.

His mountain. It rose like a black tooth against the hazy blue sky, up through the pine forest, looming over the meadow that Revui sped to cross. He should take his time and he knew that - he should eat, at least, hunt something and fill his belly before making this climb - but he was exuberant. Enthralled by the entire concept of the mountain. As it got closer his focus drifted away from food and wholly encompassed the foothills, cliffsides, paths he had previously explored; he only slowed as he came to these hills, wanting to shout out his claim then and there and stand alone against any who refused him.

It would be better to wait on that, too. As eager as Revui was to combat his enemies, he had not encountered anyone between Ursus and the mountain; he did not think of the wolves in the canyon yet, being a short-sighted individual, nor did he realize his chosen mountain was so near another claim - but that too would not matter. It would be his. If not this mountain, another.

One day, perhaps the one that mattered.