Shadow Mountain This Trecherous Safety

Massaraq had grown lean in his travels, his hunting far between even though the winter allowed him to scrounge well enough for the sickly and the frail. But he had also grown wiser in the ways of wandering and though he had turned from nuutuittuq and instead travelled westward he had traversed the mountains long enough to know that despite the verdant landscape the stones were treacherous beneath and he was careful yet daring as he traversed the broad peak of the Shadow Mountain. And yet even as he wandered he did not feel ready to dream, no instinct called him. So he continued to walk on. Until a scream escaped him and he felt himself tumbling, tumbling, tumbling down.