Blacktail Deer Plateau the paramount and pompous disregard the cipher

yes indeed!

Dante too laughed at the thought, though the mountains were of interest to him. He'd always appreciated the rugged majesty of them, and perhaps one day he would attempt to scale their reaches. For now he was content with all four paws grounded, though, and would leave their reaches to the birds.

"That is true." Having lived through only two winters, he could not say he had seen such himself, but the weather was such a fickle thing sometimes, why would it not? "I'll have to hope for that then." He finished with a grin, knowing that he truly would wish for no such thing. Snow was pretty to be sure, but he hardly thought such a late snow would bode well. Spring and summer were much preferred in his mind, and he had awaited them so eagerly he couldn't bring himself to wish backwards.

"Speaking of mountains, care for a walk along ours?" He didn't want to cut them short, but he did wish to keep up his course.