Self-Made Declaration

Lynvarr was enjoying the gorgeous view of the mountain side and the valleys below. Shilah seemed in an awful hurry but the blue-eyed man couldn't figure out why. The sky was blue and clear and apart from some clouds on the horizon they had little to worry about. Granted though, the path was difficult. The rocky terrain of Fenrir's Maw was a work out. The paths twisted and entertwined and some were blocked off by rockslides. When he came to a nearby pine tree, Lynvarr stretched up it and marked it with his claws. Shilah had a map, that was true, but Lynvarr felt a bit better having physical markers to prove their path rather than something that existed in Shilah's mind and on his map.