Daesamar grunted quietly to himself, the young wolf was feeling the efforts of his long day of trekking over and through the massive mountain. His excursions earlier that day with the silent @Anaeia and now, here he was, on his own again. He had trekked further up the mountain and found himself nearing the top. Breathing came a bit harder with the thinner air, but it was an odd comfort for the youth, reminding him of his younger, more care free days. Which, he still had plenty of of course.
Silver eyes widened as he stepped out onto the rugged stone plateau, sucking in a breath as he looked around in awe. Snow laid..everywhere, the yearling was honestly convinced that he’d never know the warmth of spring again, or the sun kissing his fur. He was drained now, physically from the long trek and emotionally after his near fall on the Rouge Outcrop. The bulky black and silver wolf settled down on his haunches. Looking out around him before he laid on his side, closing his eyes to think. The boy’s crooked right eye flicked idly, his tongue hanging out his mouth, lost in thought.