Through The Clouds

Natha worked her way around the strange, icy spires. She really didn't know what to make of it and she shuddered to imagine what kind of power these Hoomans had that they could turn stone into such grotesque shapes. In her mind she imagined them to be featherless bird-demons. She didn't know if that was accurate or not and she didn't particularly care. As she turned the corner she spied what might have been the entrance. The door was unhinged, hanging just slightly ajar but she wasn't able to go in and take a look as the entire entrance was encased in solid ice.

Her tufted ears twitched. If she wasn't mistaken that sounded like something moving out in the snow. But who else was crazy enough to be all the way up here? As far as she could tell there was no wildlife and nothing of particular value. A voice called out and she glanced over at a wolf. Ah, yes. She should have figured. Wolves were everywhere these days.

Natha gracefully shook her head. "No, not of this territory anyway. I was merely wandering through and wanted to see what this unholy shape was. What of yourself?"