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.

.:Better lock it in your pocket:.
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Dorian’s pleasant smile didn’t falter as Aleutia’s eyes ran over his charcoal grey form, and he drank in the attention silently, though there was an urge to ask if she liked what she could see. Dorian was an attractive wolf, and he was fully aware of this; as a result, he set very high standards for his personal appearance. If there was any ice and snow caked in Aleutia’s fur, Dorian didn’t notice, much less care; he was used to finding foliage and the like tangled in Flo’s fur, so it didn’t faze him- not, he reminded himself, that this fey was Flo. However, if it had been in his pelt, it would have been another matter altogether…

He tilted his head a little at Aleutia’s response to his questioning, a thoughtful look coming to his deep blue optics. “I see… I suppose I can understand; but what about the winter months? I know that the mountain becomes more inhospitable then; it doesn’t strike me as a simple or peaceful place to live then…” really, Dorian couldn’t see what made people want to live here; it just seemed like it was more trouble than it was worth. The brute chuckled likely at her next words, “Well, if you’re not hiding then I’m sure there are many males who would flock to this mountain just to see a face as pretty as yours~”

Part of Dorian scolded himself for these words, deciding that his flirtatious nature was rather getting away from him; that would never do. He made no indication of it, but he made a mental note to be more careful about what he was saying.

Dorian’s ears twitched as Aleutia tried out his name, a trait that he didn’t encounter often; but then, he didn’t encounter many creatures at all these days, so that was to be expected.

“I can assure you, Aleutia, that the pleasure is all mine,” he said with a charming smile. Not wanting to let the conversation lull into an uncomfortable silence, Dorian ventured in an almost unsure voice, “If you don’t mind my asking, how long have you lived here?” he was genuinely curious; his visits to the mountain were reasonably frequent, and though he came solely to search for Flo, he found it odd that he’d never really run into anyone.


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