Fresh Fallen Snow

Fresh fallen snow dusted the mountain range of their new home. The air was cold and biting but the view was beautiful. Spires of stone stretched up towards the sky. Clouds of white and deep gray swirled together leaving only a few patches of blue sky but that was to be expected. At least the snow storm was moving southward at a quick clip. More snow accumulation was sure to follow in the days ahead but for now the wolves of the Armada were given a chance to adjust to their new home. Gossamer had examined a few different den possibilities but upon learning that she'd be acting as market security she was leaning toward the southern portion of the mountain range. She walked gingerly along the mountain paths, her paws stirring the snow as she familiarized herself with the territory.