Cold and silent, the mountains rise from the earth like the fallen antlers of the forest god himself. Nearly always topped with snow, no deer had dared to climb these mountains since the days of Rannoch. Rumors say that the reindeer still live up in the Highlands but they and their ways have now grown distant from the red deer. Those who have braved the chill and journeyed through the eternal winter have often gazed at these spectecles, wondering in awe if Herne himself was really up there
