Mountaineering

While the Carpathians were visiting the mountain-dwelling wolves of Heiðinn, it seemed like a real shame to not take advantage of their opportunity to explore and discover a new land at the same time. While their father was entreating with the alphas of the pack, Ember snuck off with Clove to go seize the day and see what made Boreas' tallest mountain so special. The young girl led her sister through the snow, crunching through the dense piles of white powder everywhere with mirthful giggles. Snow was such a rare treat being from the southern continent, so Ember was greatly enjoying getting to play in the unusual substance.

"Look at how much snow there is, Clove! It's all over the place!" exclaimed the midnight-furred girl to her sister, blue eyes shining with excitement. Sure, it was cold, but it was nothing her thick cloak couldn't help her keep out. "Do you think we’ll ever see this much snow back home?" Picturing this much snow all around the castle was such a magnificent and strange concept.

"Ember"