The Sunspire Spires

After his encounter with the Alpha bitch of Swiftcurrent Creek, Farstep had resumed his wandering. With knowledge of nearby wolves in hand, the vagabond had quit the field of wild flowers, unwilling to stomach a side dish of competition with his prospective meals. His paws had carried him away from young buds and flatlands alike until he roamed amongst foothills. Finally, his gaze sought the mountains he had ignored upon arrival.

The beast did not think of their beauty nor their majesty. They were monstrous monoliths and he, singularly purposed with the task of survival and requiring less inhabited grounds to hunt on, sized them up as a boxer would his challenger. Though this side of the mountain range was harsh and dotted with glimmers that could only mean running water, there seemed to be a pass to directly in front of him that he could use for passage.

Without hesitation, the wolf snorted and began to lope tirelessly toward the mountain base, his strides long and smooth and his head erected alertly.