Pebbles shifted beneath Savaşçı's pale striped hooves as he navigated his way across the ridges of the peak. It was one of his favorite things to do, especially when his parents were acting strange. The pair of them did not spend much time with one another, except when it was time to pester one another, he had noticed. He, admittedly, preferred the company of Marceline though he wasn't about to tell his father that. He followed her eagerly most of the time, ears up and eyes focused ready to absorb everything going on like a sponge. But when he'd seen Güneşlenmek cresting a ridge early that morning he knew whatever fire and ice they'd toss at one another wasn't any of his business.

And so, he'd set off on an adventure.

Savaşçı thought the peak was massive, or at least he had at one time. When he was very little he could barely comprehend that there could be more out there. And so over his last six months of living, he'd taken to exploring every bit of the peak he could. And when he climbed up into the highest areas of the peak he was treated with the view of the rest of the islands and the vast blue sea.

And so, that had been his plan. He grunted, pulling himself up on a ledge with a bit of effort. He'd gotten better at navigating but there were still a few places where longer legs would have helped him. He could only jump so high and the sound of pebbles rolling down the peak-side behind him was a reminder of just how much he had climbed.

When he finally reached his favored spot, a large flat area that wasn't too high but let him see into the distance, he gave a contented sigh. With a small snort, Savaşçı lowered himself onto his side, back against the ridge behind him. His dark eyes peered into the distance, and he wondered just which island he was looking at.