we look like lightning

Mountains were in his blood, his father having grown up in a pack that resided within the peaks of the mountains surrounding the volcano of his birthland. His father's fur had been thick and mountainous, but Elias was a child of the jungle... as was his mother, and their fur had grown in short as means to make them more suited to their chosen climate. Still, Elias knew what dwelled in the mountains- things that preyed upon the goats that lived there, upon the birds that nested there. Wolves, cats, bears and nearly any capable hunter eventually found themselves risking the treacherous passageways of the mountains as they chased over the promise of a meal.

If he was to follow the calling of his own father and settle near Mount Volkan, he had to know the territories that surrounded it: above, and below. He'd followed the river outside of the singing caverns until it ended at the south during the turn of the season, and as autumn drew on he now found himself exploring the capped peaks of the mountains that made up Fenrir's Maw. He expected to run into other wolves here, maybe even families that had made up their dens in the thin air. So far, he'd not come across any evidence of wolves... only a lynx and now.. a goat.

A goat was a suitable replacement for any evidence of lurking wolves, and his end goal from this trip to the Maw was quickly rewritten in his brain as he carried on after it. Though he held lean muscle-tone on his figure, he was a tall wolf with undeniable weight to him. The climb and the change in air pressure the higher he achieved were hard on his body, and it after long enough- his limbs began to protest as he forced them to continue to pull him higher. His large lungs seemed to need more room within the confines of his bones as they pressed against the bars of their cage with every gasping breath. He tried to remain quiet and started to move slower, though the sight of the very same animals he had been tracking laying ahead of him revitalized him with newfound energy.

He stopped listening to the ache in his muscles as his adrenaline soared, and his panting was forfeited with a mighty need to remain quiet as his jowls snapped shut. His nostrils flared out due to his heavy breathing, but he quickly moved across the rocky slopes of the mountain as he chased after what he saw to be three different goats. He hoped to trap at least one of them in a dangerous position, preferably without falling himself. As rocks gave way beneath his weight and clicked against others on their descent, he remembered to keep moving- which wasn't hard, as the goats certainly were not planning on stopping any time soon.

The smell of rain was thick in the air, but so far the clouds were holding on to their tears- but their presence blocked the light of the sun above and shrouded the mountains in gloom, not that the gray wolf seemed to mind. Elias was placed on the northernmost side of the mountain, and little did he know that another Jarvela was lurking just around the curve of it, on the other side of the goats that he was unknowingly directing toward.