Duskfire Glacier we'll replant our roots, and soon we will grow

It was an understatement to say that this trip had been difficult for the young boy. Having just learned to walk it was extremely tiring to make such a difficult and long journey, especially in the snow. He often found himself relying on the scent of his mother to guide him through the snow, and even then he had managed to slip out of view every now and then. But he had made it by some miracle and collapsed the second the traveling party had reached their destination. He was in desperate need of some rest and then perhaps a meal later, but for now he flopped on his side and dozed off to sleep. If anyone expected him to move again than they were out of their minds.