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Rais’ grey tail bobbed merrily as he walked. While his feet sang with the dull ache of travel, he was still in good spirits. He loved to explore and take in as many new sights as he could. So when he had first entered Relic Lore and saw the mountain range looming in the East, he knew immediately that he had to go there. He was little, young, and relatively inexperienced in the ways of the world, despite his cleverness. Perhaps it wasn’t the wisest idea to try to scale the foothills of the mountain on his own, but nothing would convince the wanderer otherwise. He of course wouldn’t try for the giant Dire Mountain, not today, at least. But the Riddle Heights he could probably manage.
Rais worked his way through the forests and up the gradually steepening slopes. Eventually the coniferous forest that blanketed the base of the hills made way for the rocky crags that made up the peaks. It was tiring work for the young wolf, and frequently he stopped to rest, orange eyes cast backwards over his shoulder to see what progress he had made. He had started his journey up early in the morning, and noon had already came and passed. Rais was about halfway up the foot-hills of Riddle Heights, but already the trees were quite scarce. Brown dusty stone was the main feature up here, the soil washed away by exposure to the elements in all but the most protected folds of the mountain. Here and there a small patch of pine trees could be seen making their bold statement by clinging to the rugged mountainside.
Rais was becoming a bit tired out, but his optimism for the journey had remained strong. He really did want to see what this new land looked like from a bird’s eye view. However, there was no use in him getting so fatigued that he might make a mistake. Up here, one wrong step could have him tumbling down to his death. He moved towards a small copse of scraggly conifers and sat down beneath them. He looked out towards what he could see of Relic Lore, now that he was mostly above the tree-line. Even from this height, it looked amazing. He could see dark shapes, the shadows of clouds, scuttle across the expanse of forests and plains that stretched out westward from the hills. The cool mountain wind ruffled his mottled grey pelt but it felt good against his heated skin. He would just rest here for a little bit, before making the final trek to the peak.
Rais’ grey tail bobbed merrily as he walked. While his feet sang with the dull ache of travel, he was still in good spirits. He loved to explore and take in as many new sights as he could. So when he had first entered Relic Lore and saw the mountain range looming in the East, he knew immediately that he had to go there. He was little, young, and relatively inexperienced in the ways of the world, despite his cleverness. Perhaps it wasn’t the wisest idea to try to scale the foothills of the mountain on his own, but nothing would convince the wanderer otherwise. He of course wouldn’t try for the giant Dire Mountain, not today, at least. But the Riddle Heights he could probably manage.
Rais worked his way through the forests and up the gradually steepening slopes. Eventually the coniferous forest that blanketed the base of the hills made way for the rocky crags that made up the peaks. It was tiring work for the young wolf, and frequently he stopped to rest, orange eyes cast backwards over his shoulder to see what progress he had made. He had started his journey up early in the morning, and noon had already came and passed. Rais was about halfway up the foot-hills of Riddle Heights, but already the trees were quite scarce. Brown dusty stone was the main feature up here, the soil washed away by exposure to the elements in all but the most protected folds of the mountain. Here and there a small patch of pine trees could be seen making their bold statement by clinging to the rugged mountainside.
Rais was becoming a bit tired out, but his optimism for the journey had remained strong. He really did want to see what this new land looked like from a bird’s eye view. However, there was no use in him getting so fatigued that he might make a mistake. Up here, one wrong step could have him tumbling down to his death. He moved towards a small copse of scraggly conifers and sat down beneath them. He looked out towards what he could see of Relic Lore, now that he was mostly above the tree-line. Even from this height, it looked amazing. He could see dark shapes, the shadows of clouds, scuttle across the expanse of forests and plains that stretched out westward from the hills. The cool mountain wind ruffled his mottled grey pelt but it felt good against his heated skin. He would just rest here for a little bit, before making the final trek to the peak.
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