The forest is basically covered in snow right now so it's like any other forest. :) A healthy place.
The sun glittered of the snow's cold crust, fragmenting into a thousand brilliant shards. Each and every one of them stung his eyes, burning into his sensitive retina with merciless intensity. With his eyes half-lidded he walked, shaking the snow off his fur as they resumed their journey. Climbing mountains wasn't the smallest of tasks, and he could feel it in his bones, in his chest; his tongue lolled outside of his jaws, his pads worn and legs weary. Blood tinged most of their steps. It was easy to keep track of Jessie that way, when she forged ahead to scan their trail. Fresh blood in fresh paw prints. There was not much rock and vegetation to brush against up here on the mountain, and he had to trust in not losing the visual trail of her steps. The sun had risen on a cloudless, blue sky, a testament to the beauty in this world, yet he could not appreciated it with his squinted eyes and heavy heart. Was Rissa alive somewhere, down on the other side of the mountain, watching the same sky as they did? Did her heart long for them, as theirs did for her? He swallowed, worked on, step by step. Fenru was a quiet shadow by his side, smelling of sadness, preemptive grief — Ice turned every so often to lick his ears, unsure of what else to do. He would not offer false comfort.
Having been raised at a high altitude, Ice took the thin air better than them. His heart still beat in a more fleeting manner than down in the valley of Relic Lore, but his many red blood cells kept him functioning. Scaling the last of the steep path to the plateau where they could pass across the back of the Serpent he saw Jessie's shape outlined against the lands below. The lands of the rising sun.. except the was was at its position more towards the west, threatening to set on them again. Would they make it down before darkness fell? Panting lightly he nudged Fenru, making sure he'd come up on the plateau alright, before coming up to stand next to Jessie. The small wolf had led them here so far, and every once in a while Ice caught the scent from the tracks, telling him they were on the right trail. Giving her ears and appreciative lick he raised his gaze, or rather, lowered it. The land spread out like a valley, and was that a smaller range of mountains on the other horizon? A forest, much like any other forest, lay directly below, and Ice blew out air in a sigh. "I've seen this once before," he murmured, looking out across the vast landscape. "I trust your nose, Jessie, but seeing how vast it is.. and knowing how small the one we're looking for is..." His ears fell back momentarily, before he gave his head a shake. No point in giving in to despair.
They breathed for a while before Jessie began the descent down. Up here on the mountain it was still daylight, but shadow had claimed the vale; twilight held the lands below. Did that mean, that daybreak came sooner here? His gaze strayed to the horizon again, and the faint silhouette of dark crags. Maybe not.
Jessie took the lead once more, starting down and Ice gave Fenru another nudge before following on weary paws. His body knew these movements, the flex of muscle to catch the weight and not topple, but a day of climbing had left him tired again. He felt that he might fall asleep as he walked, and not know that he fell. Snorting, he gave his head a shake. Rissa was more important than his comfort. Time passed in silence as he followed the path downwards. At least Rissa's captor had had enough sense to, err, use a path and not just go willy-nilly down the slope. But it'd make sense that they knew the way, if they lived on this side of the mountain. How long had they been watching the wolves of the Lore? How long had they been waiting to strike? Darkness fell as they descended into the east, his tired mind losing itself in the fear of these unknown wolves and the simple movement. Gradually the slope lessened, trees rising as they came into a forest.
All of a sudden, Ice jerked to a halt, nose quivering, ears up and eyes fixed on a twisted shape lying atop the crust. It was dead, stiff limbs in awkward positions, as if it had died in pain; for a moment he thought the tuft of fur was Rissa, but it was far too small, a reddish hue and not the pale cream of their lost child. Growling, which changed briefly to a bark, Ice forced himself aside from Jessie's trail. Each step he took sunk him into the snow, sapping his depleted energy further, but he forced himself on until he stared at the dead fox and its crazed, open-eyed face. It had not passed easily, but not been dead longer than a day or two. "Gross," he mumbled, exhausted.