Moonsong Glacier Whence comest thou?

FitzDutiful wasn't used to visiting wolves coming from above. It was rare that anyone went up the side of the mountain away from the pack. If they came to the mountain range it was usually to find the Silvertip Mountain group, so he was startled to see a well-built wolf sliding around upon the ice. He looked at him curiously then, once the other had stopped, slowly made his way over - using his claws to grip the ice and gain traction.

"The ice fascinates you, too?" he asked, watching as the other wolf stared at it, much as he had. It seemed this male didn't really know what had caused the ice to arrive either. Maybe he had theories though. FitzDutiful wasn't on a recruitment drive at the moment, but he didn't miss the fact that this wolf wasn't spoken for in that capacity. If he was able to have some lively conversation he might be tempted to extend an invitation.