To The Top Of The Mountain

This was where Kiela felt most free, and most alive. This kind of terrain was the sort of place she didn't expect a pack to attempt to claim and settle down in, at least not in any permanent fashion. As she continued to explore Boreas, it became increasingly obvious to her that these wolves were not like the ones she had been born into. They viewed land (and sometimes even wolves) as property, to claim and to rule over, a thought that Kiela detested. But there would always been mountains and other equally treacherous terrain that weren't suitable for permanent life. Prey was scarce up here and hunting in such terrain was a dangerous feat at best.

What had her home been like? Kiela considered the question for a moment, glad for the temporary reprieve in the way they were heading. She paused as she stood on the little outcrop, taking in the view before her. "Like this, a bit," she explained, glancing sideways at Svala. "Mountains, and much snow. Cold." Though she had arrived in northern Boreas in the midst of winter, it had hardly been the worst winter she'd encountered. "What of yours? Your home?" The beauty of the world was that there was so much to explore. Even from her position she could see the variety of landscapes that stretched before them, from mountains to grasslands to forests. Further west the world appeared more desolate, though in an entirely different way than the far north had been.

After a brief pause she was content to move along too, letting Svala make her marking before loping along beside her. The terrain was growing harsher, despite the decent path they'd been on. It continued for a short while up ahead of them but as the altitude rose, the vegetation grew scarcer, and the rocks more treacherous. This was hardly the most dangerous climb she'd made but it wouldn't stop her from being acutely aware of her surroundings as they started forward again.