Silverlight Terrace dragons of spring dawning

Set after Donnelaith burns. Open to herd members and wolves! @Atna @Tseax @Skoonka @Chinook

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It was yet another away mission for Nechako the Brave. He bade farewell to his plump wife, visited with his children, even ran for some time alongside Skoonka — but he was off, inveitably, and eager to explore. He wished to tempt fate again and again; to run so far and so fast that not even the wind could catch him. Nechako thundered through a thicket of obscured trees and around him, it seemed as if stars took flight. They dashed from his path, some spinning in the vacuum of air left by his unconquerable speed.

When that gave way to snow and wide open space, the stallion really took off. He dug his heels in, sucked back a deep breath, and was off at a gallop. There was an odd scent upon the wind that caught his attention. It would have slowed any other stallion, he was sure of it. It would have made any mare nervous — perhaps spooked an entire enclave of horses — but not Nechako. He was brave, sure-footed, and the king of his domain.

Tempted by the mountains - and the odd aroma upon the wind - Nechako turned north and was swept up in the exhilaration of his run. He did not stop until he noticed the fresh snow drifting on the wind; he thought himself to be so fast that even the weather had curbed to his excellence. But he had to stop and catch his breath. It was then, huffing and puffing and gleaming with sweat, Nechako noticed his breath was not billowing from his mighty head like a cloud.

The snow was not snow — it was lighter, and smelled like death. 
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