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.



cause they know, i know

Instincts would have told her to hide the instant she felt the presence of another wolf, but the little shadow crowned lady was feeling a bit more carefree than usual. She had taken this little precipice of ice as her own. Not in a sense of marking and such, but should anyone traverse the arena it would be hard to miss the alcoves of ice and extending tunnels of white. Her spectator she had yet to search for was nowhere near her and so she continued bobbing and weaving until she came to rest upon her ice throne. Small figurines danced below her, their multi-shaded coats blurred into the soft white halo of flakes that rested on the ground. The same flakes were once again beginning to fall from the swirled clouds of grey hovering just above the peak. The tip was faintly concealed in its blurred depths, not that the icy princess cared to spot the spear tip. Instead she was pulled to the attention of a faint but audible growl some ways away from her. Her visitor knew of her existence and was coming to her.

Alaska retained a somewhat regale stance but the ruffle of her cape broke the crystalline structures the built atop her crown and draped down her bodice. Counting caribou? she giggled quietly, a strange conversational started, but she could have not done better. Her crown turned slightly, gaining a visual of her questionnaire. The icy dragon before her was more than she had expected, his gaze was piercing even with only orb of use to him. And the curve of scars that marred his façade were more than enough to prove he was no one to trifle with. Not that the shadow princess would have. Careful by those cliffs, young lady. That’s an awfully far distance to fall. Alaska allowed a small smile to lift her lips. She spoke no words, she had yet to divest the visual secrets of his fractured frame. Her sylvan pool flicked over the pristine, white scaled dragon. He was the regale among their company. Would I be mistaken to assume an ice regale such as yourself would not come to my rescue? Her voice was soft, no echoes resounded from her words. The ice crystals surrounding them swallowed their excess noises allowing for their lyrics to be clear and crisp in close quarters. Alaska understated her words, almost an attempt to lighten the mood but she was in a way gauging the ice dragon, who remained nameless to her.

Alaska turned her forest gaze to the scenery below one last time before twisting her bodice to face her captor. The smile remained bringing a light to her façade that would have otherwise remained cold. Alaska was in a sense one with the places to which she inhabited. Her heart was cold, beating only to keep away the icy grip of death. It would be cliché to say dangerous is my middle name, but do not take me for faint of heart. I was raised in a terra where dire was an understatement. And not to overstep myself, but you look to have come from a similarly sinister place. Sylvan optics stared coldly at the tundra dragon. It had occurred to Alaska to ask of a title but the inclination was neither as important nor interesting as the information she was scavenging for with vague questions and glances over his physique.


that they don’t look like me

~ Alaska ~ Adult ~ Femme ~ Mate ~ Offspring ~ Pack ~ Rank ~ Alesana~


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