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.

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It had been three weeks since she left her home. She was weary of wandering aimlessly through the mountains and the forest. How she wished she could return to her home, to her parents... But no, it was better not to think about it. The pain of losing them was still too much. So she continued to pad wearily through the trees, steadily climbing towards the mountain shrouded in mist above her. She was constantly on the alert, half hoping and half afraid that she would meet other wolves in the forest. She had no energy for a fight, but she couldn't keep roaming aimlessly about. She needed to find a place to live.

Soul hesitated as she sensed movement to her right. Her black fur stood out against the white clumps of mist that drifted past her, so she crouched down low to keep out of sight. Her blue eyes searched through the mist, alert. She smelled prey, and she was hungry. A deer ambled into sight, nibbling at the young leaves that were in reach of its mouth. She waited for it to come closer to where she was crouched, but it sensed the danger somehow and turned to leap away. Soul lunged desperately after it, but it was no use. Hunting without a pack was difficult, and the more strength she lost the harder it became.

The weary wolf climbed higher and higher as the sun worked its way across the sky, burning some of the mist away. Soon she would be surrounded by snow, and finding prey would be impossible during the daylight hours. It would be better to rest until evening, when her fur would be hidden well by the darkness. Soul settled down by a large rock, where she would be largely hidden by any enemies. She closed her eyes, and rested.

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