Hideaway Strath in your crypt

Forming thread for The Saints. @Nyra and @Leigh.

The mountains gathered round, forming from all angles savor one easy opening lest one bothered to scale the mountains. It reminded him on the bear valley, one he had only seen in passing but never drew near. But it was bigger, much so. As he and his comrades moved through nightfall (which he could only travel in and thanked his pack for accepting his limitations) past the boundaries and within.  

A backdrop was the mountain chain, a beautiful scenery to behold. To the left, a ragged collection of rocks that spilled out off the mountains. He could not tell there was a ravine filled with the bones of those fallen to their deaths off the mountains. Not yet anyhow, but would be quite the prize for the enchanting @Dove. 

To the right, the river they had to cross would arch that way to what looked like a thick, dark and tangled mess of woodland. Moors which would be dangerously mucky but filled with many healing properties which would often bring Hemlocke lingering to the shadows within. 

Though it was ahead where the most attention would lie- Hideaway Strath. Where the river moved in and cut to the right, the landscape was cut in half. A fitting rolling valley toone side and a woodland to the other. It looked to be a tranquil place, beautiful, a slice of paradise for the damnable lot. Was this the place Valor had mentioned? 

Silently, he turns to his two scouting partners with silent question and hopefulness. This could be home.