Duskfire Glacier Can you catch me?

For a brief moment he had split away from his twin, expanding their reach through the Taiga that made up the northern part of the Wilds. She was loath to leave him, just as he was loath to leave her, but they did so, the darker twin heading towards the large monument in the distance, its body made of ice and snow, even as the world around them warmed. He had never seen a glacier before, only heard of its majesty in the far north of Siberia. 

The man moved forward, eyes scanning the surrounding area, noting down every detail he could. His head turned up to the air, breathing in the icy scent. He sniffed, a living scent crossing his nostrils. A wolf? The young man smirked at the prospect of interaction, heading after the trail.