Nimbus Summit you can learn about it soon

Having lived his entire life in the Saltlick Basin, Giancarlo had never seen a mountain. It was curiousity -- not just necessity -- that drew the Don to settle his family at the base of the Nimbus Summit. Once had had gotten his family settled in for the night and gotten some rest himself, he was once again claimed by curious intent. While most of the family continued to recuperate from a long and difficult trip, Giancarlo trained his eyes upward in the direction of the mountain's cloud-shrouded peak. 

At first, he was apprehensive, but he rose from the spot he had settled in and took a few steps forward toward the rise of the mountain. He canted his head upward once more and followed a winding game trail up the mountain's side. As he climbed, the scent of his nephew grew stronger -- soon, the boy came into view.

"Remmy," he spoke softly, approaching his nephew. A thin smile spread across the Don's face. The boy was hard to talk to, delicate -- but he was a sweet boy nonetheless. "Whatcha think? Pretty neat, huh?" He made a wide sweeping motion with his muzzle toward the view. Surely, it would even be better the higher they climbed.