There was a particular grandeur that came along with living on the mountain. It was nothing like Cae would have imagined prior, and had Gaia never been brought to this place with her brother on her trail, he would have never known. There would never have been any reason for him to come to the mountain, for he had never known a place such as the one he did now. And when Winter came to pass into Spring, and most of the snow melted it became a different world. There was green everywhere, new life surrounding all things and the now fully grown wolf found himself enamored with the mountain. In his short few months here, he had explored much of the terrain, the pads of his paws slowly hardening to callous’ to allow him better footing with the rocks. It was much different than the woods of Enocra he had grown up in, and even more different than the bogs of Iromar he had been born to. Granted it was just a fluke of Fate that it had been his birth place, but the rotten stench of the marshes was a memory that would never fade from his mind, no matter how much time had passed.

But there were other things for him to look forward to, such as this day, and the outcrop he had found himself. Through the Winter it had been nothing but snow covered, but when the warmth came and the melting had begun, many discoveries had been made and many secrets uncovered. This was one of them, a ledge that lay just beneath another, one you would never notice less you were to peer precariously over the edge. But Cae had not come from above- instead, he had made his way up to the second shelf, a series of rock alignment allowing him to maneuver his way up. The surface of the ledge he was on was actually blanketed with a grassy knoll, allowing him to recline upon his haunches, his mismatched gaze intent on the view strewn out before him. It was dazzling, truly, to be so high above all else when on the mountain, and the fact that he could see almost all of Moladion laid out before him was almost breath taking. More and more often the young adult found himself returning to such places, unable to get enough of the wonder about.

His place was at a north eastern part of Spirane’s mountains, so that his vantage point may look upon Taviora to the north, the Valley to the East, Fields, Crags and Grotto just south of it, and his origin of the Woodland to the north of it all. It had become his favourite place, with his most favourite view. Gaia was missing from it, as was the rest of his family, but perhaps one day he could show them just what they were missing out on. But on this day, Cae was content to merely watch and take it all in, to enjoy the warm Spring breeze and all the different scents that came along with it. Perhaps another pack member would find him this day, and perhaps not, but either way he would welcome what might come. This was a new era for him, a new chapter, and perhaps one where he could be more than what he has always been. He has always been in the shadow, but perhaps it was time for him to step forth, and bring forth his own light.