Mount Everfall One great big festering neon distraction

Maybe @Anuniaq, or @Tûgar?

These mountains upon which the wolves of Tartok had come to rest were only transitory; a brief stop on a much larger journey with a destination that Aklark did not know. Though Aklark knew their stay in the region hinged on the movement of the herd, he liked this particular mountain. The feeling, however, was not spoiled with any heavy sentiment -- he simply liked any mountain. A wolf born of rock and stone, Aklark felt that the jagged terrain and the high altitude ran in his veins.  

He climbed upward toward the snow-kissed peak without much of a goal in mind. He wanted to see. He wanted to breath. When he reached his destination, an overlook high above the hinterlands, Aklark sucked in a long breath of crisp mountain air and held it in. Soon, the air before him was foggy with his own breath, and his lovely view, obstructed.