Duskfire Glacier Necessary Evil

*snags at lightning speed*

Paschar had been traveling north ever since he'd met up with his cousin down south. He wanted to explore this Teekon Wilds place, and felt safer doing so now that he knew he had a friend to rely on. Perhaps even two, if he counted the girl Emory he'd spent a night with. Now feeling more joyful having met a couple friendly faces, Char was ready to get on with his adventure. Today it took him to a wild glacier. Huge and dirty white, the ground was rugged yet slippery. Paschar wasn't exactly used to this sort of terrain, but he was trying his best as always.

The young agouti started slipping almost as soon as he'd caught himself, and within seconds he plummeted to the ground. Oof, he grunted as his narrow muzzle hit the ground, and his tooth bit into his tongue. He scrambled up as quickly as he could, and began to taste his own sweet red blood, not much but enough to make him hurt. He bent down to lap at the snow, hoping that might numb it a little, then returned to his travels with a pained mouth. 

It wasn't long after that that the boy saw something moving on the icy ahead of him. It was hard to make out, and sort of resembled a mound of moving snow, but he could tell it was the silhouette of another traveler. Char paused and watched the wolf for a moment, unsure whether or not he should speak to him or not. If the male was friendly, great! He might even be able to travel with him they could keep each other warm. But if the other wasn't friendly, or even hostile, Char wouldn't exactly have anywhere to run and hide. So instead of making a decision, the poor boy just stood there and stared blankly at the other male, thinking.