Frostfire Ridge Alone on that Mountain

Roughly midday. Sunny. 47°F / 8°C.

Had Weetzie been more imaginative, he might have compared the mountain to himself and his sister. One side of it was covered in evergreen forests and teeming with life, and the other was mostly grass and rocks. Naturally, he preferred the plainer side as it was easier to navigate. The ridge offered a good view of the region (at least to the west), but still no signs of his sister. He wondered if would ever find her, but the stubborn coywolf wouldn’t give up so easily, especially since he had promised Mother he would find her, and he couldn’t break a promise to Mother. He was also concerned about his sister’s well-being, but he was less inclined to admit to that.

As he traveled southward along the ridge, he came across a cluster of boulders, some of which stood pretty high. He jumped from one to another, and eventually reached one that offered him a good view of the forest to the east. He looked out over the trees and surveyed the forest, failing to notice the serene beauty of the landscape. As he looked out over the treetops, he suddenly realized that if his sister were there, she would be on the ground and not in the tree-tops, so he still wouldn’t be able to see her. He guessed he should continue heading south.