Mount Apikuni it's burning you alive

Returning from the north, Haunter found himself side-tracked before reaching the Creek. He was neither eager nor in a rush to return "home", so to say he was side-tracked would be a bit of an over-statement. The inky wraith was more or less exploring—not the curious type, but prone to nosy behavior nonetheless. He found himself on the opposing side of a mountain that was closest to Fox's land, and his eyes were immediately stricken by how different it looked when compared to the other side.

In winter, most things looked the same, but while there were trees and thin precipices dotting the normal half of the mountain, this side was completely flat and sleek, as if beneath all the now it had been totally stripped of life, shape, and original form. Haunt couldn't have known that an avalanche and subsequent fire had done this—not at this time of the year—but it wasn't as if he were exactly the type to care either.

The long-legged wolf padded along in the mountain's shadow, feeling the cold wind rush down from it and not minding as it crept through his shaggy, unkempt fur. He was glad for gray clouds covering the sun, because he knew when late spring and summer arrived, he would be plagued by the heat again. He was enjoying the chill for now.