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.

¬History in the Making
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((Toric))

The young wolf bounded through the snow happily, finally stretching his muscles. His mind was racing with excitement to finally be out of the darkness of the small packlands he used to reside. He had been born there, in the ashen pack. He had spent his whole life so far learning about what the ancestors had created the pack for, and how it had risen out of the rubble just to be smashed back down. The pack was old, and he was the youngest of them all. They had stopped breeding after a while, because they decided the area that was dark, damaged and forgotten was no place for a pup. But his mother was already pregnant when his father brought them to the pack, and there they stayed, until his mother fell ill, and his father moved on with the rest of the pack when she died. Texas, however, had gone rouge, drifting away from the pack until he found a new, interestingly inhabited land. Wolf Mountain. Only by eavesdropping did he find out any information on this area at all, and now that he was here, he wanted to know more about what made it so special as to have so many creatures live amongst it. Not only were there wolves, but there was a whole plethora of canines scattered around, along with felines and even rodents. Texas wasn't aware of the blessings and mythical creatures that the mountain granted the animals that inhabit the area, only that it had a lot of scars that were left behind throughout the years.

Texas was a handsome boy, long light brown fur and a white underbelly. His shins and forearms were black, along with his muzzle, which stretched out under his eyes and up the bridge of his nose to create a long, sleek flowing stripe to the tip of his tail, which was always raised, as he was always happy. His paws were white along with his throat and chest and underbelly, and finally, his ears. Texas had bright orange eyes, always shining with a sparkle. He was barely considered a puppy, some would say teenager, some would say pup, he didn't really mind. It was often the older fellows who referred to him as a puppy. The ones only slightly older then him would call him puppy in attempt to hurt his feelings, but it never phased him. The only really unique thing about Texas was his silver claws. They weren't some shade of grey, they were silver. Always shining, giving off a metallic look, even though he knew they were not metal. They only looked it. His ears were floppy, and his nose was brown. Not very different from any other dog.

As Texas bounded up the mountain some more, he looked out over the land. A few places were destroyed, others looked absolutely breathtaking. He couldn't see much from here, but he could see the tallest mountain, towering over this iced one. It had to be the main mountain. Just had to be. He would go there next, see what he would find. It would be quite a journey then! His tail lashed side to side, the excitment finally releasing what it had held inside. His tongue lolled out the side of his mouth, as he gazed out into the beautiful land, unable to take his eyes off of it.

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