Misty Mountain is opposite of Rainbow Cliff. Mists hover year-round at this high altitude, mistaken by some to be thin clouds. Thin layers of snow cover the mountain, making some areas slippery and hazardous.

Some think it romantic, a place to bring their mates, while others come to play and romp. However, all must agree that there is some level of mystery and spookiness hovering about with the mists...

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Into the Silver Shadows
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With every step, the fae carried herself through through snow. Her nose inhaled the scent of pine and cedar as she leaned herself against a tree towering above. She didn't mind it if someone was tracking her. The female was an assassin. She could defend herself, and kill if necessary.
She hadn't come into contact with any wolves yet, However she did notice the scents of some higher up the mountain.
The female slid down the bark and sat in the frozen sheet of white. She flicked her tongue over the gash in her paw. She wounded herself as she fled from her home many lands from here.
The vixen wasn't from here. She grew up in a pack far away, and she was trained in the art of combat. She left the place she called home due to a large wildfire, and escaped to Blossom Forest. Now, she was here.
Alleria was exhausted, not because she was trudging through the heavy snow but considering the sleepless nights of travel she needed to take a small rest.

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