3rd December - North East of Dire Mountain - Freezing/Fog It had taken a day of traveling from the Lost Lake, up and over the peak of the mountain, then down, down they travelled. At some stage during the night the temperature had plummeted and the small gathering awoke to view the land below blanketed in fog. She knew they were close now, and would be far more cozy once they got there, but she could not allow them to lose hope now, and so on she pressed. It caused her spine to prickle as she led her gathering away from the lands of Lore and East. Back to the lands she had been trapped in - spent months trying to escape, but this was their best chance now. She hoped beyond hope that the Pass that led her home was more than a figment of her imagination - that the path still remained. Finally, the earth began to open up before her, the land splitting in two, cliffs rising up on either side to shelter the travelers from the cutting winds, and the worst of the snowfall. A stream ran down it’s centre, moving swiftly enough to prevent it from freezing over while small caves littered the cliffs, above, and below, some of those higher up - reachable through jutting ledges, if you were brave enough to chance them... and further to the east, at the bottom of the Pass, was a dense forest, teaming with life... Teaming with food. It was a migration path. Food would come to them for half of the year. She thought it was perfect, but she would allow her pack a chance to voice their opinion, before she tipped her nose to the sky to declare this land as theirs. |
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