Ain't No Mountain High Enough

Wild eyed and excited, Björn was glad to have company at the Peak today. He’d been haunting the area more lately, the peace and quiet drawing him off the mountain and away from his family. Thank fuck, in the long run. Tired, worn from the things transpiring. At least out on the Peak, he can clear his head.

While he wouldn’t usually take direction from anyone, a pretty girl? Maybe that’s okay. She was talking about safety, and Björn fought the urge to glaze over and time her out. Already peering at the marked routes eagerly, he nosed at the lower foot holds, marking the distance between them before stepping up. Putting his weight into the wall and scrambling for only a moment before pushing himself up. Triumphant, though it’s not a huge deal in his mind— he’s used to the Maw.