The mountain provided a riveting array of scenery - from charred, blackened trees, swallowed by lifeless charcoal, to the sprightly emergence of life winding perilously through the dead. As though, perhaps, rebirthed soldiers were rising to stand from betwixt the corpses of the fallen. The snow, of course, blanketed all - a curtain of frost, to protect until spring.

He had been trailing the mountain range for a mere few days, now, after his encounter with Tundra; that winter-born warrioress. She plagued his thoughts frequently, and he cursed the prevailance of her memory - so bewitchingly inevitable. It was this that whirled upon his mind, an empyrean blizzard during his travels, while he contemplated which trail to follow - and this, in turn, led him to the path of another. Her scent triggered something in the very depths of his mind, but what, he could not be certain - some vague, distant familiarity, though most certain he'd never met her before. Had it been another soul, worn and weary on the mountainous trek, he'd have stalked right past and continued on his way, wrapped in his tireless solemnity. But the familiarity... it peaked his interest enough for steps to halt, lips parting to taste the air from a distance, once the girl was within his vision.