A Tale of Yore, of Stormy Mountains, Good Friends and Dog Vomit

In honor of friends Colin and Sanhueza, gather 'round for a tale of yore, from a time many full moons past.

Coin, Sanhueza and Kimu set off towards the heights of Mt. Triund. The journey was long, but the friends' good company kept their spirits high, even when they lost their way deep in the Rododendron trees.

At the top of the first peak they encountered a white beast that at first appeared menacing. This long tailed creature gnawed on the hands of any who approached her, but with time they tamed the creature, and soon "Woofer" became their faithful companion.


Farther up the rocky traverse, where the prayer flags whipped in the winds, a storm began to circle in from all sides. Lighting struck in sweeping arcs that began in the West and shot across the sky to the East. Clouds whipped through the air, gathering quickly like crows over carrion.

The four companions retreated to the safety of a rickety wood cabin. The room smelled of smoke and dog, even more so after the Woofer vomited in the middle of the night, but it provided some shelter against the storm. The winds blew open the doors and battered the fragile walls.

Come morn', peace once again returned to the mountain, the chilly crisp air opened weary eyes as the sun's lazy glow barely illuminated a hazy horizon. The wanderers bidded their furry friend good-bye before descending the slopes back to their homes.