Ice Mountain

The Ice Mountain is much smaller than Wolf Mountain, yet climbing up it is far more difficult and shouldn't be attempted in winter. Some creatures collect the shiny stones at the peak of this mountain for necklaces.

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Posted on February 10, 2010 at 08:28:29 PM by Squall

Squall laid down in the cold snow, the longer fur at his elbows, backs of his legs, and underside acting as a buffer between his skin and the cold ground. Stretching his forepaws out in front of him, the cub set his chin on top of his forearms and closed his pale blue eyes, thoroughly bored. He'd just begun to take some heavy breaths toward a sleep, faint patch of stripes on the very top of his back beginning to rise and fall rhythmically, when the sound of growls stirred his mind back into motion. With nothing but the sound of wind on the trees for the past few days to keep him company, this sound of an approaching stranger was like some frantic alarm going off in his head.

The snowy white cub scrambled to his paws, shaking his mohawked head briskly to rid his mind of sleep. Icy, silver-blue eyes squinted through the thickening snow, as wind battered around the little liger. Squall stood taller, perked up and opening his senses as he backed slowly toward the crevice in the stone wall. He wasn't so sure about the stranger's growling, not sure if he wanted to get involved with some angry animal when he was all alone himself.

Half in, half out of the thin cave, the white liger's tail flicked back and forth in anticipation, gaze searching the falling snow thoroughly. Squall's head snapped in the direction of a dark figure as it became clear through the white, making out the shape, and, smell of a canine as it got closer. Keeping quite still, the cub hoped it would take the animal a while to find him given his natural camouflage with the snow, wanting some sort of benefit toward escaping if this stranger proved to be as mean as his angry growls and unfriendly voice seemed.

"H-hello," Squall gave an unsure greeting, a paw very slowly coming up to brace in mid-step, ready to flee if the need be. Every inch of his body remained stonily still, eyes blinking only a couple times despite the stinging cold. He knew the less he moved, the harder time the canine would have of finding him. Still being young, that dog was easily seven times his mass.

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