Silvertip Mountain clang shmurda

For @Sinaaq :D

A sudden shout echoed throughout the many trails that made up the mountain of Silvertip. It reverberated around, bouncing off cliff faces and trees alike, disturbing the peace that morning had brought. A flock of birds, startled from the sudden noise, took to the sky in a flurry of feathers and frightened squawks. Atreyu looked up as they fled while nursing a now twisted front paw. He held it tight to his chest, licking it once before peering down from the edge of the trail he had almost slipped from. The rocky path he had been following had unexpectedly crumbled as he strayed too close to the ledge.

That had been way too close, he decided, taking a moment to catch his breath and recollect himself before continuing up the trail, sticking closer to the cliff face this time. What if he had fallen? He imagined he could have survived it, though not without a few broken bones. Or maybe a badass scar. Atreyu grinned as pictured what sort of scar would look the best — maybe one like Ragnar's or a single cut across one eye. He suddenly let out another yelp as he put a little too much weight on his strained paw. Grimacing, the boy leant down to gingerly lick it again, before falling to his haunches and looking out at the view of the Wilds while waiting for the throbbing in his leg to dissipate. Stupid mountain.