Over hill, over dale, thru the misty mountain trail

The endless upward trek was beginning to wear on Tyrian. Oh, he would press on and be fine, there was no doubt about it, he was just beginning to feel the effects of the altitude and the long, unyielding climb. Tyrian had long since kicked Tashi off his back and now more than ever he was grateful he'd left Righty at home. The stumpy-legged skunk would have languished on the climb and even though she was light he wouldn't have wanted to carry her.

Today he and Alarr (and co.) were on a ungulate scouting expedition. It was partially an excuse to go climb a very tall thing while hanging out with his brother and partially serious pack building business. Tyrian was keen to find out what - if any - called such a harsh place home. In his experience if anything could survive up here it would be some sort of sheep. And if such a sheep existed he wanted to find out if any of the traits that made it a success up here could be bred into his flock back home.

His claws dug into the rock and made a irritating scratching sound as he hauled himself over a boulder. Once atop it he paused to let Tashi use his tail as a rope to haul himself up. While waiting for the exhausted primate, Tyrian gazed up at the path ahead. A heavy fog lay before them and obscured much of the distance. What he could see was more of what they'd already been through; a maze of narrow, steep passages and shoots. Absently he wondered, "I wonder how much further..." He blinked, then amended as he glanced back at Alarr, "I'm not complaining, mind you, just curious."