The Sunspire go straight at the sun

After crossing into this stretch of the wild and meeting the charming Neverwinter wolf, he'd tracked northward a bit more until a peak loomed on the range ahead. Uncharacteristically, he'd veered away, repelled and made anxious by the clear sight of it alone as it towered in the night. He didn't know why, nor why his mouth went dry at the thought of roving on that way still. That had been good enough to make up his mind, so he'd gone towards the east to stake out across the flatlands -- after a quick glance to remember which way she had said Neverwinter was in relation to his new heading.

Days and its hours were inconsequential as he traveled and scavenged his way along. He found his routines were much the same as before. Just go, wherever.. follow the pathways of scent, of waterways, of anything that caught his eye.. Just go. More distance is better, it has proven true so far, so why question this? He can, at least, take his comfort of the rhythm of a good trot and a nice dry spot to sleep in.

However the nights were cooling more these days. He realized it most plainly when he saw billows of his breath on this brisk morning. Accordingly, he mourned. He was not ready. He had only just arrived..

But, but, his path was not without certain reward. Solace took shape of a familiar Spire. His pale furs prickled anxiously, yet this time it was different -- not entirely unpleasant. He remembered more, now than he had once and this sensation sped him up. Up, and along until he scaled the first heights the mountain pulled skyward. It forced him to adjust, it has been a while after all, but he was no stranger to what this held. As he went further up and around into the mountainside's heart, he sniffed along and scoped greedily, too curious to see if it was as lonely as it had been before.

4u @Warbone