Mount Everfall soittajapaimen

Set before this thread - @Amber

The night had fallen on the strange new lands with a quiet hum that had allowed the broad bear to wander with ease without fear of the savage burning sun on his thick coat. The muscles of his frame swayed as he padded along the treacherous drops of the mountain. Lærke – thought large – was surprisingly graceful in his movements as he bound across a cut in the rock and landed on the other side where a perch seemed to jut from the side of the rock formation. The soturi believed it would be a beautiful place to settle for the evening before he would set off and delve deeper into the wilds.
 
The stars sparkled overhead like a glittering array of diamonds. Though the warrior was far from his home, gazing upon the familiar twinkling lights was a familiarity that allowed his spirit to travel to the moonlit wolves of home. The tundra was missed by the broad beast, but he had known that his skills were needed elsewhere, and the great shamans of his tribe had told a great many stories of the lands in the south. So, Lærke had set out in search of his own great tales.
 
Finding himself a comfortable position on the jutting rock, the bear lowered himself so that he was resting flat on his belly, propped up by his elbows. It stretched out far enough that he could gaze across the wilds that spread before him. The terrain was vast and different in many locations, but the cocoa-cloaked wolf believed that it would be prosperous for him and his family – should they find him there. A quiet sigh fell from his lips and the twists of his mind allowed for him to draw fondly on the lullabies he would sing to his siblings when they were small. A small breeze played with the fur along his neck and shoulders. His stoic figure would soon blend with the darkness around him.