Silverlight Terrace we rise and we fall, we're floating.

@Jace Yay brothers reunited! :D

When he'd first set his gaze towards the mountain he now approached, he had mistaken it for the Sunspire. The two were similar in obvious ways, but only one such as Summer who had spent a year of his life upon its slopes would have realized so quickly that he was mistaken. The spire was the first place he had ever considered home, having been taken from his birth pack so early. The Spire had been the first place he'd ever made friends of his own. It was where he'd first become an integral member of a pack. It was where he'd first begun a future, all his own.

A lot had changed since then. The wolf that moved steadily towards the mountain that was not the Spire was not the same wolf that had walked these same lands over a year ago. He had left this place hoping for a future for himself and his new mate. He returned now hoping for the same, only with no one at his side. In some ways it was lonely, but in many, far more selfish ways, it was exciting and liberating.

Summer moved across the terrain at a steady trot, weaving around rocks both large and small that jutted out from the lush green that swept across the ground. The scent of other wolves was thicker here than it had been for a number of miles, and so he knew he was getting close to pack territory. Something he breathed in struck him as familiar, but the notion was so faint that he had yet to even acknowledge it. Instead, he was far too intent on searching for any sort of prey that might be in the area. It had been a few days since he'd last eaten, and he was quite hopeful that he would soon put an end to that streak.