The snow is getting thicker upon the mountains...
Cold, cloudy. Morning.
Through the snow he bounded; his eyes were wide awake. It was a new morning, and there was no time for sleep anymore. The leader came to a slow as he neared a large rock that peaked feet above the snow. With his muscles bunching together, the large white wolf sprang upon the cold rock, claws scratching at he climbed quickly to the top. With a light sigh, the black-backed wolf seated himself, tail wrapping around his left haunch. He was on a small patrol this morning, and would possibly catch a meal on the way back to the den site.
Things had gotten interesting around Poison Path. The return of Naira with Adonis, the threat of Rhysis lingering. Tlarx had made sure to patrol every morning and evening. There was no risks to be taken. With his nose to the air, the man picked up the faint odor of mountain goat. Saliva immediately began to produce itself within his jowls. Smirking, he looked to his paws before back over the mountains. It was so beautiful up here, but so deadly- especially with the snow now.