Lurking in the shadows

The landscape that the young pup would continue to dwell upon when she first came to these lands continued to snap at her form. The cold was definitely something the child was not used to, but, at least it would not be too far when she happened to take a glance of a stone structure. It seemed rather secluded, but, at least she would be safe from the elements. The frozen ground from where she walked continued to crunch upon her weight, the cold nipping at her paw pads, causing them to bleed a little bit due to the cold as well as for how long she had been walking and trying to stay up above the ground. Some snow mounds were rather large enough to swallow her whole, so Altair would have to use almost all her energy at this point.

At least it wouldn't be long now until she could rest and stay warm. Her eyes happened to take a glance from the large formation. Some paintings were scattered upon the wall as her eyes widened. This was truly different, but held beauty in its own way, a beauty which left the young pup in awe as she looked around before lying down upon the ground, curling into a ball to keep some of the heat from her body from escaping. Her celestial gaze focused heavily on the walls, wondering what could have possibly made something like this. She had never heard stories of anything like this, so this was something completely new to her as she continued to think about what made the paintings, and what stories could possibly be told here.