Sunspire Mountains vice city

though the moderate snowfall was beginning to rapidly cover the mountain goat tracks he'd been tracking — surprised as he was to find them so far from the precarious ledges he assumed they preferred to dwell. slowly, he watched the unique hoof prints begin to fill with fresh laden snow. he begun to then trust the faint smell though the snow left little for it to cling to and finally to a small pile of goat feces. it was relatively fresh, not necessarily good for pointing him in any specific direction but assuring him that he is on the right path.

still, the longer he spends out here and coupled with the fact that the grey skies and snowfall do not appear to be wanting to let up any time soon; wintersbane considers that perhaps it was time to know when to quit and return to courtfall's claim.

tracking was better left to wolves who actually held the speciality and mastery; and just as he was turning away, facing towards the vale in the distance he catches the sound of shifting snows, the tell-tale crunch of snow under foot. for a moment his hopes swell and rise like the high tide as he heads in that direction after a moment of hesitation —

only to realize it wasn't mountain goat; the scent was, however, familiar. easy, wintersbane rumbles in greeting, shrugging thru the emerald underbrush dusted in a fresh layer of snow, shaking it off as it tumbles from the leaves and lays upon his spine.