Horizon Ridge a new wind

At the others gesture, Tonravik shifted herself. The lone wolf had no qualms in journeying onward, and even though this wolf was not of her ilk, she felt that in some way the other might be a kindred spirit. Those that knew the mountain were always on the precipice of one terrible fall that could end it all. Even still, they climbed. It attested to their character. Hardy creatures lived on mountains. Even the prey were stronger the higher one climbed. The meat, Tonravik felt, was far better.

Tonravik moved with the other easily, muscles rippling beneath jet black fur. There was little that was lovely about the bearish wolf, but her furs were easy to envy. A black darker than the night sky, with no other hue to it. Large paws flexed and pressed against the earth as her eyes looked around her, eager for the advantageous view the place would surely give them. One ear flicked, listening to the footfalls of Amekaze.