Silvertip Mountain all that glitters is gold

@Queenie, set today late afternoon

the band of wolves living in ravensblood forest had not yet solidified their claim to those dark woods. their scent markers still remained: a claim nonetheless, but a weak one, and their numbers seemed quite low. alas, it was a claim that aditya chose to respect, and he skirted the edge of the territory, eyes set on the mountain ahead.

grayday had once called this peak home, but sunny and dawn had not: they were born, far to the east and over the mountains, after their father had left silvertip. adi wondered why the pack living there had disbanded, and ruminated on this thought until he arrived at this peak he intended to explore.

no goal, no mission. just to look around. they had not come here on the scouting mission for obvious reasons--the scent left behind by the old pack was nearly gone, and aditya didn't see a soul as he meandered up the peak. but it was terribly close to the plateau, and he was curious.

his brown-gray pelt blending into the cliffs, adi continued to climb until, after leaping a small distance from one overhang to the other, his jaw dropped. he had found a cave, nestled into the side of the mountain, indirectly facing the sea. aditya wouldn't have marveled at some cave save that this cave glittered brilliantly in the late afternoon sun, thousands of tiny crystals winking like golden stars.

blinking slowly, he padded into the cave in a daze, an incredulous grin stretching across his face without his willing it. he had heard tales of heaven many times before, and surely this must be something akin to that ethereal place of lore.