He scaled the mountains treacherous terrain fairly easy thanks to his form. but that didn't diminish the threat of falling. he had a large barrel on his back. he continually glanced up to see how much longer until he reached the peek. the days ahead in this journey would not be easy. Adjusting the strap of the barrel he continued upward. He grinned as he came up to a flat area. Sitting down on one of the rocks he glanced around. this would suffice for a rest and far as he could tell the animals weren't a threat to him. Grinning he prepared a simple scrying spell. Unfortunately it was the only one he knew. Smiling he watched kira resting in the glen peacefully a while. She looked so innocent and peaceful like a very small child, a newborn even. Then rising he renewed his efforts to reach the top. If things could go his way he'd swear off his life of violence. Once he came close to losing his footing and falling but was saved by a hanging root. Continuing his climb for endless what seemed like hours he finally came to a place he might rest again. Recreating his scrying spell he watched kira again in the glen. Smiling as he saw her rise and head home safely. Grunting he continued the climb until he couldn't climb anymore. Coming to a spot to make camp he hide the barrel away. He'd grab it in the morning and continue the climb. A quick patrol around the area assured no predators or creatures that would make off with his barrel. coming back he went and rested against a rock. Grinning to himself as he slowly fell asleep against the cold stone.