Askan never ventured out this way. He'd claim that it was just a coincidence, that he hadn't yet gotten around to it, but the truth of the matter was that he just didn't want to. The Mountain of Dire looked nothing like home.
His bright, critical gaze roved over the Dire's craggy peaks and scaling slopes as a frown dawned on his features. He supposed to an outsider it might look sort of similar, but he knew better. The Selwyn mountains were... how to put it? They didn't just feel like towers of stone jutting out of the ground, there was a sense of glory, purpose. Askan had never believed in the old legends, but if there was such a thing as heaven then the mountains were the closest a mortal could ever get to it. Or so Askan thought, anyway.
This mountain though? He wasn't struck with a sense of wonder or amazement, for what it was worth he might as well have been looking at a rock on the ground. Boring and lifeless. He couldn't help but wonder if any packs had tried to tame the mountain, claimed it as their own. He couldn't see any signs of life from the foothills, but even his eyes weren't that good. Selwyn or not, he wasn't a damn eagle.
He continued on, striding over the rocks till he found one suitably flat enough to perch on. Then with a huff, he folded himself down into a laying position and folded his front paws. He had no intentions of scaling the mountain, of seeing what secrets laid hidden between it's peaks. His nostalgia could only push him so far.