The Sunspire I've seen the future, it's fading faster

At some twist in the path or another, Glaukos lost track of the elder. He had been hiking higher upon the mountain than before and after an hour or two, realized he was alone. There was frost clinging to every surface. A thin covering of ice glittered across piles of leaf-litter. The clouds overhead were dark and fat; yet the air was still, and he could see his breath.

Taliesin had first voyaged into the mountains in the depths of his second winter; the first he could remember, for he had been born in winter. His parents had not accompanied him, for the journey was his self-assigned initiation into manhood. It hadn't made Taliesin feel any less unworthy of his austere and nature-tied lineage, or any less awkward and out of place among his family, but they'd looked on him with pride and that had softened the sting somewhat.
Taliesin missed those looks of fierce pride and love greatly as he ascended a new mountain, chilled to the bone by a new layer of frost in a new land. But he'd chosen adventure over safety and stability, so he took a breath and willed himself to forget his family, and noticed the scent of another wolf in the icy air. He followed it in hopes of finding a local to answer some questions and guide his next adventure.

Reference.

When he sensed something watching him Glaukos froze. He thought it could have been @Germanicus returned to the mountainside, perhaps to continue the training of the boy, and so he was on-edge and surveying the terrain for sign of the salted man. He did not like to be stalked.

He did not see anyone for a few passes of the eye, so he resumed following the trail and turned where the dirt recessed among some roots and sunken rocks, climbing up the hillside and over some saplings bogged down by moss, hoping to find a vantage point.

His path was obvious to anyone observant of the frost; he left behind a clear path through the shining.

Eventually Taliesin found tracks through the frost, which guided him further in pursuit of the other wolf. He moved somewhat slowly, having decided that he didn't want to find the one leaving the tracks just yet. He wanted to see where the stranger was headed, first. Maybe he could discover some kind of treasure among the frostbitten mountain terrain, or a secret spot where the view was amazing. Wonders like that were what kept him from settling down. There were always more to be found, especially when you were willing to wrench the discovery away from someone else.

When he finally came to a stop he was high above his earlier paths. Glaukos could look out over the edge and see the winding trail he had left, already dusted with a layer of ice, already beginning to be covered by falling snow. It wasn't thick but it was enough.

He gave a snort and settled to his haunches. From this place he could see much of the crossing paths, some of the cliffsides, and a good portion of open space. The boy was not safe from the elements — and stood out himself as a gargoyle of some kind, a dark, hunched shape easily noticed — but Glaukos did not care.