Sawtooth Spire Lasiurus

They searched indefatigably, moving through areas of flourishing flora and dense woodland. Sometimes they crossed shallow streams, other times they had to veer away to avoid crossing Kurdjuark River. Overall a hectic excursion; searching for something that was not there to begin with. See? I told you. That was when Tonravik started on her journey heavenward. Kapvik audibly griped but he dare not leave her side. If he had to climb to the white peak just to prove him correct then it shall be so.
INDENTThe greenery receded the higher they climbed, but only just. Prosperous wildflowers – both eye-popping and lackluster – could be found along their path. The Delta stopped to sniff at them on occasion. Once they trudged past the treetops and into the snow-clad limits did Kapvik's body start to protest. Not to the point of utter exhaustion as he was a beast of strength and endurance. Otherwise their ascension was uneventful...
INDENTUntil they both reached a certain point up Sawtooth Spire. Alpha and subordinate alike picked up on the telltale signs. Bison. Tonravik had a way of proving him wrong at every turn, it seems. Not one to take this find as a personal affront, the wolverine bwoofed at her. They panted in tandem, adding to the euphonious crunch of snow. Tongue snaked out, tasting indentations only prey as brawny as bison left behind. Old tracks. No less potent in invigorating him. Brushing past Tonravik in childish glee, he sped off. Upon turning around a bend did their toil come to a favorable end. The colossal beasts dotted the landscape. Some were grazing or lounging about. Others were homey enough to roll around in the snow, ice sticking to their impenetrable hide. So marvelous a sight did Kapvik begin to openly salivate. This find gave him enough strength to jostle Tonravik. Quite frankly, he was acting like an idiot.