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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 14, 2010 at 05:13:13 PM by Squall

The cub's ears lay against his head as the large hybrid began sniffing him close up, the snuffing noise sickening to the little feline. Squall leaned away, paw retracting and a lip lifting in discomfort as the canine's breath warmed the fur on his front. He closed his icy blue eyes, painfully enduring what he was told canines do best: invade personal space. It sure as hell wasn't pleasant, but he wasn't about to offend someone so large, someone that could probably kill him with a flick of his paw.

"The name's Squall," the liger cub said, opening his eyes when the cold air returned to his fur. He watched the large hybrid sit back, feeling immediately much more comfortable with his little bubble of space back. "And yeah, I'm a liger cub," he repeated, confirming the dog's question. "We're, er, a lion and tiger cross-breed, a type of wild cat." He wanted to make it clear, in a non-insulting way, that he was far from anything canine. Of course, as young as he was, it wasn't like he knew much more than this old hybrid. All he could tell was that it was a wolf dog, anything beyond that was lost to him. Still leaning slightly away from the larger animal, the kitten thought it best to answer its questions as best as possible.

"We eat, uh, food?" Squall's brows furrowed, not knowing how else he could answer that. As far as he knew, food was food. "I guess my favorite would be hare, my brother caught one for me once." The cub shook his head, looking down to his paws. "I know its hard to find food up here; I haven't even seen a mouse. But my brother thinks its best that I stay here while he's out. Says I'd only get in the way if I went with him." Being about four months old, it was easily established that the kitten wasn't going to be catching anything but mice and, if he was extremely lucky, hare.

"I dunno if you should help," Squall said slowly at last, white tufted tail flicking behind him as he stared at his paws. "Zephyr doesn't like help, especially not from strangers."

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...Forest.Warrior... - By Vidar March 12, 2010 at 10:48:36 PM

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