Mount Everfall immaculately polished

For you? Always :D

Darcia had eye for the same hawk, watching it wheel and screech as it dove, collecting a rabbit from the ground not too far from where the brute stood. He yawned as he pressed on, ascending Everfall as he had not been able to do in the summerstorm previously. He had returned here for more than one reason, the most glaring of which was that the day was exponentially clearer, and therefore in his favor to explore. It wasn't particularly hot either, and the higher he climbed, the stronger the welcome breezes became. His less obvious reason for returning to the peak was that his first venture had turned out somewhat advantageous, and he was curious to know what else he might find on the long-mountain's treacherous paths.

Though he had been born on a particularly dangerous peak himself, the Everfall was particularly unforgiving for a wolf his size. The male's progress was arduous, and slow, and just as he was beginning to think he should head back down, a flash of gold among all the greystone caught his prying eyes. From his range it was easy enough to distinguish that it was a wolf, but as the wind was not in his favor, he could not deduce much else about the elegant creature.

Darcia was uninterested in heading any higher, or putting his life at any more risk than it already was on these passes deemed thin and unsafe for a wolf his size, he called out to her with a short-howl— a noise loud enough to carry, but too quick to warrant itself a true song of any sort. Darcia canted his head at the brilliant creature, and waited to see what she would choose to do.