Lynvarr started the climb up the Dreamer's Col. The jagged mountains rose high above them but they'd need to climb at one point or another to reach his den at the peak of the waterfall. He paused for a moment to mark a scraggly pine tree with his claws as he answered Shilah's question. "Well, not for some time now. We're promised to each other but we can't be wed til I can produce the proper dowry. I have only a few seasons left to do so or… well, it won't happen." He hadn't come from a particularly well off family where as his lover had. It was just one of those things and there was very little he could do about. He supposed he was dallying to long, getting lost in adventure when he should be focusing on making his fortune. Now that they were climbing up above the trees he could see the clouds on the horizon more clearly.

Shilah's chatter soon died down as they started climbing up another mountain. There was way to much climbing for his taste but he didn't want to let the other man down so he watched where he was putting his feet. The clouds were growing darker and moving farther south. Judging by the direction of the wind the front was going to head right for them. Shilah scrambled over the rocky terrain, wincing a little as he watched the stones and loose gravel roll on down the mountainside. This was a perilous climb indeed. He didn't want to get too distracted but he couldn't help but listen to Lynvarr as the other man explained that his marriage was not a set deal. It seemed to be a brokering between two families or groups. A practice he was familiar with though he had since escaped. He'd been promised to a woman he did not love and had made the escape into nomadic life. Shilah tipped onto his hind legs and used his claws to mark the same tree Lynvarr had, seeking to add his own mark to their path. He was growing too tired to mess with his map and he doubted very much he'd want to return to this mountain range.

Lynvarr was grateful for the silence as it allowed him to focus on the climb. He was panting now as they worked their way through the treacherous mountains. This area suffered frequent erosion and as such the rocks here were loose and unstable, frequently giving away to landslides. Another reason to be thankful for the lull in conversation. A breeze started to twist down from the north, the coolness to its air helping to relieve some of the heat his body was generating from the strenuous climb. Silence hung over the mountains. Even though it was summer there was little to be heard in the way of birds or small mammals. He'd seen mountain goats here on occasion but they tended to wander toward the lower elevations where vegetation was more plentiful. For now it seemed he and Shilah were the only two living creatures that dared to traverse the mountains. He paused at another small pine tree and scratched a marker in it. The width of the tree was no bigger than one of his paws so he had to be careful not to crack it.

Shilah continued the climb, trailing after Lynvarr as they worked their way up the mountain side in silence. There was a coolness and humidity to the air that told of possible precipitation and with the air getting colder as they worked their way up it wouldn't have surprised him if it started to snow. Once again he marked the same tree Lynvarr had before turning to follow the other man. He only paused when he noticed what looked like a cave entrance. His ears flicked forward but as the wind came up he turned his head to continue hiking. As much as he wanted to explore the caves the weather was clearly going to change and he did not want to get caught on this mountain side when it did. The soil and rocks were so loose that rain or snow could create a mudslide and wipe both of them off the mountain to their doom.

They continued climbing, up and up and as they did the air got colder and colder. Lynvarr's ears flicked forward at the sound of rocks tumbling down the slope. He didn't know if it was the wind that had stirred the rocks loose or if a mountain goat or other creature was also traversing the terrain. He spied a few caverns and cave entrances as they hiked but he preferred to see where he was going when he traveled if at all possible. Finding another small, twisted pine he scratched markings into it. They would soon reach an elevation above the tree line but at that point he hoped to turn his way south toward home. Well, his temporary home anyway. Come autumn he'd join a pack. He had yet to decide which pack it would be but there was one here in the north that might be an option unless he desired to break away from his usual terrain.

Shilah was panting heavily now as he worked to keep up with Lynvarr. His paws were starting to hurt and he could feel the strain in his ankles as he worked to keep his balance over jagged rocks and loose soil. The wind was picking up now and he pinned his ears to his head to help keep them warm as the duo marched on. He let out a sigh of relief as they started to head south. At least now the wind was at their backs. When Lynvarr stopped to mark the little tree he joined suit, feeling sorry for wounding it. He had heard of ways to dye hide and also to make cloth from plant fibers. Perhaps he ought to look into this more. A colorful piece of fabric would make for a suitable trail marker without needing to wound a tree or rely on another system of marking. He chuckled to himself. Well, he could always lift a leg if needed. That was an efficient method but he was a bit too dehydrated now.