~ TARKYN ~
The sun was high as Tarkyn hopped to grasp a small but hardy scrub-tree to pull himself up the short, sheer face of the stone and dirt mountainside. He was deep into the foothills of the Northern Range, high enough that the air was more chill, but not yet in the areas where the ground would freeze.
'Are you well, my love?' he sent, grunting as he heaved himself up to the small, level area overshadowed by an overhang of rock.
'I am well,' she said and he could feel her smile.
He stopped there to breathe for a moment and look down on the valley and WildWood bathed in Autumn sun below. That sight almost stopped his breath.
He was high enough to see over the WildWood, all the way to the Southern ranges, including the mountain that was home to the Royal Cave.
It wasn't the first time he wished Harth was with him, but he had only himself to blame. He'd been fascinated by their bond, and the few limits it seemed to pose for them.
