To The Top Of The Mountain

This sort of terrain made her miss Kiela miss her homelands, but she knew such feelings were just that - feelings. At the end of the day, exploring new lands and getting her footing here in Boreas was far more important than her personal comfort. Before long she would be tending to the herds as they prepared for winter, and those fleeting feelings of nostalgia would be carefully swept aside. At least she could find some reprieve in little mountain climbs like this one, and she was grateful she'd found a good, albeit temporary, travel partner. Svala wasn't overly talkative, something that Kiela appreciated. "That sounds nice," she spoke after a moment, her words genuine. what was suitable for some wolves was not suitable for all, Kiela recognized as much.

By the time they reached a higher altitude Kiela was definitely beginning to feel the burn in her limbs from their climb. It was a rewarding feeling rather than a completely uncomfortable one. Living an idle, stagnant life wasn't suited for her - she'd much rather sleep soundly knowing she'd fully exerted herself on any given day. Today would no doubt be one of those days. "Could be," she commented, taking the moment to pause and look out across the west. She had yet to go very far west and wondered briefly if she ought to spend the latter part of winter there. Only time would tell where her journeys would lead her, though. It wasn't a decision for today. "Do you like? Being so high?" A very rare smile touched her lips as she glanced toward Svala, hoping she enjoyed the altitude even a fraction as much as Kiela did.