The north seemed...barren, so far anyway. The air seemed still and quiet as he made his way slowly through the fjord, the canyon walls rising up on either side him. He felt small here, even smaller then the island he'd been living on for some time. He had made it here by luck, the bridge that connected Ardens Glacies had begun to melt and he had crossed just in time. Now it was his time to explore the world beyond that island he had washed up on, and so far...this place was incredibly beautiful. He could hear penguins and the occasional seal and walrus, and further in the echoes of what he assumed to be a waterfall.
He was walking for a couple of hours at least, though he was going at a slow and leisurely pace. Drawn to the silence and the scenery around him, he failed to notice that rain was looming over him. The sky suddenly grew dark, and before he knew it, the first droplets began to fall. the first one landed right on his nose, and as he looked up it steadily grew to more and more rainfall. Frowning, he wasn't entirely keen on getting wet out here. So he hurried his pace until he found an overhang jutting from the cliff, and it was there he'd take shelter. It was a rather small spot to take cover, at most it would fit maybe two wolves provided they didn't mind not having any personal space, but who else would be out here? He shook out his pelt, shivering a bit as he sat down and watched the rain. It sounded incredibly loud, likely echoing off the walls. Somewhere in the distance, he heard a crash, but it was too far to decipher what it was. Slightly annoyed, he would simply have to wait for the rain to pass before continuing...maybe now would be a good time to rest...