The highest point on DayClan territory could be found in the Everbleed Mountains. Senescence, or Wanderingwight, as the clan called her, wasn't at that point, but she was certainly far, far higher than most might dare to go. The air was thin, and the wind whipped around her fur as she teetered on the edge of the cliff. Nothing. Not that she could be surprised, really. There was little that could surprise her anymore, and less still that could cause her fear. She hadn't told Innocentia she'd be out. It had been two days she'd been up in these mountains, all alone following a recent blizzard the night she'd climbed, and even now, the wind still caused the snowdrifts to shift and change, some places bare, and yet others full of powdery snow so deep that if you made one wrong step, you'd spiral down into oblivion and choke on the flakes as your limbs slowly froze, never to be found.

She should probably leave soon. Probably. But she couldn't really bring herself to care one way or other what happened. She was a restless neutral, simultaneously desiring to do something to make herself feel more than this never ending boredom, and yet, too tired, lacking in any sort of motivations, such that she couldn't bring herself to bother. This cliff would have to be enough.