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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Siku shook his massive head as he walked down one of the many paths in the mountain. He gently felt the rocks under his paws wiggle a bit and he quickly leapt to the next spot as he watched the ground behind him crumble away. He gently shook his head and continued to walk. Wanting to get higher up the mountain, be closer to the peak and enjoy the peace and quiet. He justed wanted to rest and not have to deal with anything other than what his next meal would be. He was a colt wolf, brought on by being left to die for being the runt, though he wasn’t so much a runt anymore. He sniffed the air and noticed how the dog just kept rolling in. It was definitely strange, but since he woke up a few days ago things were kinda blurry for him in his memory. With a gentle shake of his head he kept climbing.

He walked up the path a slight ways until he came to a flat clearing with a few rocks that were big enough to curl up on. So he trotted over to one and hopped up. His pads landing on the smooth rock and his nails helped him cling to it until he was steady. Smirking, he twirled around once before getting settled on the rock. His coat blending into the darkness and the fog, if anyone were to come up this high they'd miss him completely. Not that he minded, it was perfect, peaceful, and quiet, just what he needed. Within seconds he was sound asleep on the rock, barely moving at fog cast over him and continued to fill the areas.


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