Cerulean lights wash over the rocks and ledges, dampening them with heedful deliberation. Steam billows from parted jaws, an indication that the feral machine is active beneath the bone moon. Much like a hunter of sorts, his lithe form would take refuge within the shadows of the perilous cordillera, maneuvering through a labyrinth of obstacles with ease. If it weren't for his careful consideration of routes to take, he'd be drained of energy and be faced with a difficult time. However, this mountain held a worthy challenge; it would take every amount of strength to deny its calling.
Underfoot, rocks were disturbed from their everlasting slumber. His wandering paws would alter their position, kicking them aside or allowing them to skid down steep or shallow slopes. Eventually he'd arrive at taller ledges, adorned by boulders and rocks of smaller proportions. It was his own obstacle, seen not as nature's doing. It was treated like the essence of his own life and the challenges he must overcome. These ledges... they held him back from going further. That simply would not do him any favors.
Kir approached and then lowered himself, bones crackling beneath his thick armor of flesh as he did so. A powerful leap resulted in these discreet actions, his taupe form attaining a position upon one of the lowest elevated rocks. It would take more observation to select where he should climb to next. Another leap, then claw marks from where he skidded. And more. And more. A bounding silhouette with cerulean embers glowing in the night, jumping from boulder to ledge. An arcane sight to see.
The process was more exhausting than Kir had expected, and so he would lay against the rocky terrain for several moments. No sleep tonight. Only awakened rest.
"speech"