Ice Mountain

The Ice Mountain is much smaller than Wolf Mountain, yet climbing up it is far more difficult and shouldn't be attempted in winter. Some creatures collect the shiny stones at the peak of this mountain for necklaces.

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The black wolfess felt her feet touch ground, watching as Tomahawk carelessly moved to the pup. Fur on end in fury, Sol's icy blue eyes followed the tri-colored brute, clearly not thrilled with him at the moment. Her tail lashed back and forth as she turned, ears folded back on her skull. Well, there was always time for revenge later. Right now, that bundle of fur seemed to have her friend's interest... Maybe she should take more interest herself.

The first thing Sol noticed was the tenacity behind the little, in her opinion, pup. The tall black fem couldn't help but huff a short, silent laugh as he lashed out at Tomahawk, almost wishing the kid got him. Sauntering over, still rather ruffled by her anger, icy blue eyes swept over the bundle of white and red quickly.

The second thing that caught the fem's interest was similarity. Her nose worked on it's own, doing a second nature account for the pup's scent. It was strangely in tune with Tomahawk's, though vastly different in its own. This suggested some level of relation between the two males. Interesting, definitely. And also, the similarity in general shape. Though the pup was definitely large for his age, age being defined by his malformed wolf features, the general cuts suggested this bundle of fur would be similar to Tomahawk once he matured. Though, suggestions were dim and didn't always come out right. Sol only knew this from watching her siblings, the children of Flaming Rose, all grow up into their own person. So similar, yet so different. "Sibling rivalry already, how cute," sarcasm was thick in the wolfess' strong female voice, a smirk sent Toma's way.

Next thing she noticed was the bleeding, though Sol suspected she should probably have had more concern for this a little sooner. The fem wasn't exactly the motherly type, but common sense and an inherent obligation to care for people started to tickle at her conscience. "Hold still, critter," she spoke to the pup when he tried to get up, moving in slowly and placing a paw on his side to enforce the statement. "We just saved your arse... I think," icy blue eyes glanced to Tomahawk with little uncertainty, almost positive this was the case; though, she couldn't be sure it was seeing as her eyes were closed the whole time.

Paying no attention to the pup's furious growls, Sol's eyes landed on the gash on the fuzzball's shoulder. Narrowing her gaze on the cut, the black wolfess knew it was deep and would bare a scar later in the young wolf's life. A shame, he was a pretty little thing too. "Tomahawk, I need some ginger. This is bleeding too much, it needs something to help it clot," her tone had become rather professional, serious eyes flicking to the tri-colored brute while she still attempted to hold the pup in place. If there was one thing she learned while traveling with her father all that time ago, it was what plants were good for what healing purpose. In this case, ginger. Ginger would stop the bleeding.

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