Razorback Ridge my armor is harder than most

the ridge that gojira walks, is treacherous. in hindsight, he thinks there must’ve been a better path that he could’ve taken but the tenrai is lost; unfortunate but predicted. he is a long way from the copse he’s known his whole life. the sun is setting, casting it’s defiant and harsh light upon the mountains. up high and without trees to offer shade, gojira finds his path careening down towards the green canopy that lingers at the bottom of the ridge. aware by the rise of smells coming from it that he is close to pack territory, he struggles to remain in the trees that remain apart of the neutral territory, unwilling to be a trespasser.