Whence comest thou?

*FitzDutiful*

Moonsong Glacier

This ice had confused him. He couldn't place where it had come from and that disturbed him. Had the storm deposited its refuse here or had the mountain tops secretly harboured the ice and the storm had encouraged them to shake it loose? He doubt he would ever know the answer to that question. Still, the naturalist inside of him wanted to know more about it.

So today he wandered onto the glacier and marvelled at the coldness of it. The tops of the mountains had never been the warmest but the glacier... The glacier was cold all around. It was like being in a constant winter, or so his feet said. His fur still soaked up the summer rays and the two elements contrasting confused him.

He stared at the ice, seeing his reflection in it as he did so. Was it moving? He didn't think so, but the natural gravity of the mountain - surely that should be taking effect? Stumped, FitzDutiful sat, deep in thought as to the consequences of this being here and how that was going to affect them - was it going to concern them at all?