Moonsong Glacier Whence comest thou?

After the storm blew through, Colt had stuck around a bit, weighing the benefits of visiting that pack.  As days passed, though, the idea swiftly lost its appeal in the novelty of instead, well, not doing that.  No use opening that can of worms before he'd shopped around a bit, right?  Denying others the pleasure of trying to woo him into their numbers was hardly fair.

So he took to the mountains instead.

Heights weren't super his thing, but he wasn't afraid of them.  He was cautious as he made his way up, having no interest in plunging off some ravine, but rather enjoyed the view the higher he got.  The air was thinner, but it granted a sort of energy with every breath. The heavy scent of inhabitants warned him from going too far and he banked right, reaching the edge of the slope to look out on a rather surprising sight.

What the hell was ice doing here?  Curiosity led him down the mountain's ridged side to the surface of the random field, and he skidded a ways out, purposefully gaining momentum to slide upon the surface.  Testing it wasn't something he bothered with, though he did instinctually keep an eye out for cracks or darker spots. The other wolf was unseen for the moment as he peered at the surface between his paws, then out at the valley below. Seriously random, but also pretty cool.