Up in the mountainous terrain, where feral Memics wander, and flighty bats tuck themselves into cozy crevasses; an orange isomara, clambers her way up; tooth and claw. Sherbyte wasn't completely in sync with herself, be it mind or body; she was quite exhausted from from having to climb her way up just to get a better view of where to venture next. Plopping onto her rear once she lifted herself onto a stable surface, the Iso herself then gives her eyes a moment to enjoy the sight: trees coveri...