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At one point in time, Misty Mountain stood opposite of Rainbow Cliff, and these rose to the sky as the only peaks in Blossom Forest. Since the magical change of the land, an entire chain of peaks rose from the bowels of the earth to become the Culter Unlaeddod - the Teeth of the Gods. Misty Mountain is still of the peaks, but many others exist as well. They run from north to south, from east to west. Atop some of the peaks, snow covers them year round, making the paths slippery and hazardous. Others are lower in altitude and are extremely humid, covered in thick, dense forests with mists swirling between each of the trunks. Others still are bare - naked boulders rising and falling haphazardly.

These chains of peaks do connect many of the packs, and they hold many things to explore - forbidden forests, deep and mysterious caves, beautiful scenic cliffs. However, one must have care - if you fall, it is a long, long, long way down...

Due to the varying terrains, many prey options are available. For those scared of injury, you may find ptarmigans, ravens, crows, squirrels, dormice, or rabbits. The adults hunting alone can find mountain goats... but for those hunting in a pack, there are elk, moose, and Bighorn Sheep.



Built with one promise high,
towering corridors and ceilings of sky.
Always, he swore and there, behold:
The City of Gold

Male || Adult || No mate || Saw Tooth || Soare
The chill first penetrated the tiger-wolf’s luxurious robes as the last light slid from the crystallized air. He was a looming shadow - stripes and yellow eyes lost in the ghostly silhouette. That silhouette - blurred and somewhat lost to the leaking darkness - was more defined than Kaplan’s impending future, his plans, his belonging. And it was a dreadful, soul-sucking monster of an internal night. It was a new attire, a brand new decoration. Kap stood, shrouded in mist, watching the girl with equal parts concern and weariness. Her vulnerability tugged at his heart, demanding his attention and driving him from the fibbers of being to be by her side in an instant. It was with tired resignation, however, that the shadowy lupine reflected her words. It seems I have no choice but to accompany you, so I must hope that my trust in you will not be misplaced . Twisting from the shoulders to study (without any success) the path back down, Kaplan felt exhaustion seep through his muscles, more vicious and unyielding than the cold. It was all they could ever do wasn’t it? Just hope. Like the elusive stars in that white void, trust was a precious light seldom truly seen, or truly had. He might have known it before, but the surest thing was that his journey to this wonderland had been fed off of a knowledge: those who selflessly devote are often the first to feel the pain.
Moments passed, the varg turned away from the young fae - it drew on until it seemed he would disappear into the mist, leaving the young doe alone amidst a deadly world of the purest white. In the seconds that marked the passing blood - chilled and sluggish - in Kaplan’s veins, a sad truth was vehemently stated: all must fail eventually, their bodies, minds, souls tire and fade and submit to their wounds… Maybe he was finished, maybe he was done with caring until you bled out from the inside - but not today. The fragile wolfess introduced herself - Edelweiss - in a stronger voice than was her state. It was - as though delivered in a bought of unearthly mercy - a breath of summer.
Edelweiss, he said in a quiet, heavy voice. Such a precious gem should never be misplaced - he longed to sigh that there was no guaranty his burdened and tested soul could do her any good, that there was a terrifying gap in his chest which might just engulf everything around - I’m happy to meet you, though I wish circumstances were different. It was so fogged in there was nearly no rotation visible as Kaplan turned to face Eldelweiss. Some of the discomfort that had been obvious before appeared to be eased. There was a part of the titanic wolf that grasped desperately to what had been the essence of his life up until a season ago. How was one ages… after all, still very much within his prime, Kaplan couldn’t have been terribly older than the lady, yet the wear and tear of life was already etched into his bone. He took it hard, there was only weakness in his invisible scars - it shouldn’t have been in his make-up, and for that… the striped boy drove his self into inward daggers and swords until so much more felt broken. He could help her though, that he could do.
Well, where would you like to go? Is home a reasonable distance from here? That leg will only get tighter with the cold, if it’s more manageable we will make do with whatever suitable shelter comes along. A ravaged glance down the path he had come suggested it would be the easiest way to proceed. Kaplan beckoned the fae on, turning and remaining close enough so that should she need to lean she could, but enough in front to force the snow out of her way.

Talking talking talking

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