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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Karamat was fascinated by the swirl mark. It was rather beautiful. It was true what her mother had once said. A name was made to be unique to the wolf. If a wolf should display signs of courage at birth, it would get a name fitting of that. Or a wolf that gained it's voice early, would get a name to remember the triumph of gaining that first howl. Spyro was born with a mark of pure beauty in the form of a swirl and she had been given a fitting name. Yes, her mother never told a lie.

"Would you like to leave this cold place?"

The thought of leaving the cold climate behind sounded delightful. Karamat could only feel warmth if she stayed close to Spyro. It didn't give her much of an opportunity to stretch her stocky legs. But of course. The thought of going down the mountain was quite daunting to the pup. She slipped and fell on the way up. If she slipped on the way down, she could get hurt. It was a worry that played on her mind. The pup wanted to be strong for Spyro, but her legs were not used to the slippery mountain that they had climbed together.

"It would be nice to go somewhere warm..." She spoke. "But... I don't know how to get down to the bottom without slipping."


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