This Thread is Literally for an Award

After having departed Incendium's territories without a successful conversation with whoever their alpha was, Artorias and Ulric started making the trek around the northern tundras to loop around the mountain ranges bound for Fireside's territories. Artorias took the lead, charting their course. After watching Ulric struggle with navigating the mountains near Abaven's lands, he decided the less they traveled sloped terrain, the better. But as they wandered past the northern shores, Artorias caught something quite peculiar out of the corner of his eye. A double take to confirm, and yep, there was a massive strip of ice running across the ocean as far as the eye could see. The dark-furred boy slowed his pace until he had come to a stop, gazing at the bridge made of ice with curiosity. Had this always existed here? Never before had he heard of such a thing, yet here it was, clear as day.

"Ulric, look," said Artorias, motioning to his Aegis towards the ice bridge. Amber eyes narrowed as he peered and scrutinized it from a distance. "Has this always been here? Where do you suppose it goes to?" Ulric was far more seasoned and worldly than he was. Maybe the older wolf would have an inkling as to what they were looking at.

"Artorias Carpathius"