Silvertip Mountain if you stand for nothing, what'll you fall for?

After making his escape from Themiscyra, Whip told himself that he wouldn't come back this way, but he found himself drawn back to the coast with Tytonidae's offer in mind. He was torn between two options: one, stay in hiding and ride the winter out as well as he could alone, or two, join Bhediyon with a new name and identy. Then, the winter was less of a pressing issue. Themiscyra's reach within the wilds however was Whip's primary concern. Nevertheless, Tytonidae's offer gave Whip the opportunity to hide in plain sight, and perhaps, he thought, that was the best he could do.

He knew where to go, but the mountain provided an easy way to stay oriented with the path. He followed a game trail up and he thought he smelled something vaguely familliar, but not so familiar that it raised any concern. It was just the familiarity of the wilds, nothing more.

Surprisingly, heights were not one of Whip's many phobias. In fact, the higher he ascended, the more calm he felt. It was a grounding experience; peaceful and quiet enough to gather his wits and focus on the next move. He stopped along the way to take in the view. Though he could see for miles, the ocean was still out of reach -- and yet, when Whip turned his gaze upward, he saw something of the sea and he froze with fear. Akantha didn't know what he did. What he had to do. How could she know? She dissapeared and could protect him no longer.

He said nothing.