As winter approached at breakneck speed, the urge to venture away from the familiar caves of the clan itched beneath his skin. Once the snows began to tighten their grip on the northern lands in earnest, there would be very little time to leave the clan in search of fresh materials to craft with. Best to stock up while he could, and thus improve the odds that he could keep himself entertained for at least most of the coming season. Last winter had been a breeze, having been with family further south. This time around he would almost certainly be climbing the walls by the time it was half over. Thus, here the titan was. Climbing the ragged cliffs of an imposing peak, skirting the edge of the falls as he made his way ever higher. A decidedly questionable source had put the idea in his head that there was ore hiding somewhere within the cave at its peak, which he would gladly melt down in his workshop and tinker with for a good portion of the winter. Iron, copper, he didn't care. As long as it was shiny and malleable, he'd be able to keep himself busy with it for a while. Powerful muscles rippled beneath dense pelage as he leapt across the crags and fissures with familiar motions, until finally he stood at the edge of the falls. The world seemed to stretch endlessly outwards far below, and he could see past the eastern volcano from this vantage. A soft sigh of admiration escaped him. A life in the high altitudes had yet to dampen the awe he felt when he looked out at the world from a high peak, regardless of what the world below happened to look like at the time. Shaking out his monochrome pelt, the mountain giant turned his attention to the maw of the cavern that the torrent that fed the falls managed to skirt around. The pack slung around his thick shoulders was shifted towards his chest with a roll of his neck and shoulder, allowing him to grab the flint that was stored in one of the ragged pockets. One of these days he ought to get a pack of his own, instead of continually borrowing them from members of the clan. Eventually. A struggling pine at the edge of the outcropping gave up one of its barren branches easily enough, and when he struck the flint against the mouth of the cave, it took a few tries to convince the flame to take to the dry branch. Once the passable torch was lit, off the smith went into the cave.

Aura had just managed to catch the tail-end of someone heading far up the mountain, and they were pretty sure they knew who he was.  The fae thought to call out to him, get some confirmation before wasting time climbing up perhaps one of the most dangerous stretches of mountain to climb, but where was the fun in that?  They placed the pine they'd been collecting in a neat little pile before setting off after the could-be-stranger.  If it was in fact Snowflake, Aura wondered if he was out here for the same reasons they were, last minute prep before winter really took hold.  The pink wolf had been out and about collecting various things day by day for the better part of a month and a half now because it was better to be safe than sorry, and they hated saying sorry.  

It took much longer than Aura would have liked and almost cost them a sprained paw but eventually they did manage to somewhat catch up with the wolf in question.  He'd seemingly entered one of the caves that resided around these parts, this they knew because they could smell the signs of flint that still lingered pretty heavily at the mouth.  "Well, shit."  the fae grumbled.  Too late now, they'd already travelled all the way up here and it sure as hell wasn't all going to be for nothin'.  Aura was going to have to swallow their fear and go in after him.  "Now what in tarnation are you doin' in this here cave, Snowflake?" The pink wolf called out as they ventured further in.  Hopefully it wasn't a stranger 'round these parts after all, or they were sure going to be in for a shock once the now-glowing fae finally caught up to them.

”Speech”  ’Thought’

I have some pebbles and hefty big boulders.
I have been trying to fit them inside.