Silvertip Mountain The panic of your dreams keeps you awake

She rose to her feet quickly, and he grinned--she didn't take much convincing. And truthfully, he thought as he got up and stretched a bit, Phocion was eager to explore the glass cave. He had passed by a couple of times but hadn't had the time to step inside. "Takes a bit of a run to get there, but if you're up for it. . ." he called over his shoulder to her, voice trailing off, before turning his head forward and taking off.

He made sure not to run too quickly; it would be quite rude of him to leave his cute new friend in the dust. He kept his ears pricked backwards, listening for her footfalls behind him. The two pale wolves streaked through the darkness of the Silvertip forest, rushing nimbly through the trees.

After a short journey, Phocion caught sight of the cave, and slowed his pace, eventually coming to a halt at the mouth of the cave. Looking back at Niita behind him, he smiled. "Here we are." He could already see the thousands of glittering quartz rocks inside, reflecting the light of the moon and stars. He took his first step into the place. It was like stepping into a dream, a glittering fantasy.