Kintla Flatlands DISCOVER · live fast, die young

I wanna discover a territory. ;d

She hadn't left the plateau since the small band of wolves that had survived the aftermath of Bon Dye's destruction had claimed it as their own. It was odd that she hadn't, considering how much she loathed it and all that it seemed to stand for. Abandonment. Broken promises. It was a decent enough garrison, though as difficult as it was for trespassers to get in, it could be just as difficult for pack members to get out. The sides were steep and rocky, except for its northwesternmost edge where the earth sloped gently downwards. This was the path she took to exit the territory, and at the bottom she paused to determine exactly where she planned to go.

Eventually, she moved to skirt southwards along the rocky walls—though with the snow, it looked more like a gentle hill. That, she noted, would be dangerous for those that weren't unfamiliar with the area. As of yet, however, she wasn't attached to anything enough for it to be her problem. Wolves had met worse fates, and if the ungulates made such an error—well, food was always a blessing. Lost in her thoughts, Zombie barely noticed when she had wandered along the plateau's base long enough to meet back up with the mountains.

The ground offered a much more interesting vantage point than the top of the plateau had, it seemed, for what had looked like an awkward clash of stone from the higher altitude now gave up its secret. Before her yawned a wide crevice in the corner where plateau- and mountain-base met. Oddly, Zombie could feel a faint breeze escape the fissure that seemed to taste of equal parts dust and fresh, clear water. Her green eyes narrowed, and she took a hesitant step towards it to investigate.