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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Perun was honestly pleased with the way things were going. It had been a long time since everything in the old gray wolf's life had gone so smoothly: leaving Windgale had been a civil and polite event, and joining Ice had been relatively effortless, the alpha males of both packs exhibiting remarkable maturity and soundness of mind that had Perun quite satisfied. He respected Rue, still, for his decisions and his devotion to his pack, and his reverence for Black Rain, despite the brute's rather violent handling of the situation with Fire, ran fairly deep as well. He was now a member of the Ice Pack, and to be perfectly honest was feeling more at home among the steep, frigid mountain peaks then he ever had in the lonely, gusty meadows of Windgale.

So things had really been going his way. And besides all that, he had been able to meet up with Koku and explain personally his reasons for leaving Windgale - and with his little shadow of a daughter he had met the brute who had by some magic restored her hearing. It was no less than a miracle, and recalling the discovery that Koku could hear him still brought a faint tear to the big gray wolf's golden eyes.

No time for that, though, the old male thought, shaking his shaggy head as he stepped up the steep rock with sure paws. Climbing mountains was an exercise in concentration, in focusing and making sure you didn't slip and break your old hips or snap the neck of the little dragonling on your back. Truth be told, Perun thought with a bit of a sigh, Sevda was really getting a bit too old to be hitching rides on his back, but while his exterior showed a gruff look of barely-concealed agitation around the shrill and hyper little kit Perun was actually totally in love with the little pink reptile currently cuddling into his fur and basking comfortably in the sun. It was high noon but not hot at all atop the peak, the sun shining brightly off the snow and ice but not unpleasantly so, though it did leave Perun blinking.

"Where are we going?" inquired Sevda, craning her head out to look at the old wolf before growing bored of riding him and launching herself into the air, floating airily beside him.

"We're just climbing, Sevda," replied the old wolf, carefully marking out his next steps before hoisting himself up and up. That question, along with the next one he knew was coming, were really the only things the bejeweled pink kit had learned to say, he could swear by it.

"Oh. ...Why?" asked the dragon again, doing a slow acrobatic flip before coming to hover close beside her master again. "Can't you just fly to the top?

Perun chuckled lightly despite himself, shaking his grizzled gray head. "No, I'm old, I need the exercise," he replied simply, mounting another small cleft of rock before settling into a sit on his broad, powerful haunches. He cast his golden gaze around, black nose quivering a little at the edge of his white muzzle before expelling a cloudy puff of breath. Something shiny on the ground before him caught his eye, and he smirked slightly as he looked back at Sevda. "Why don't you go find some shiny rocks for our new den," he suggested, gesturing before them with a paw. "There's plenty out there."

The little dragon's eyes lit up. "Really?!" she exclaimed, doing a quicker loop-de-loop this time before streaking off toward the peak.

"Don't get out of sight!" called Perun, a little worriedly, frowning but pleased to have a moment or two to himself. He loved Sevda, truly he did, but now and then he needed a little time to sit and think, and the rambunctious kit rarely provided him with the time that he needed.

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