Permafrost Hollows i am a man of many hats

He had slept rather well the night before. Despite being exposed to the elements, Alarian and he had stayed in the wildflowers throughout the night. The sun awoke them as the scent of rain flooded his sense. Luckily the stench of wet dog was not too powerful thanks to the flowers adding their own scents.

Ulf trailed after Alarian with ease, the grogginess escaping his body with each step they took further away from the Sanctuary. The canine did not question where they were going or why. Instead he stayed rather silent and stuck close to the gold-kissed male. He did not want a repeat of Furthest Sea. When they reached an icy terrain he easily complied with his company's silent summoning to stay close.

His blue eyes glanced about trying to make something of this place. It was summer - such an odd time for ice to be present - and so the place seemed a bit whimsical. Where we? He asked as he tried to stay focused on his footing.