Duskfire Glacier TukKavik

He’d thought the disbandment might be good to give him a chance to stretch his legs. He spent most of his life on the mountain, his family spent generation after generation on the mountain, only to eventually be forced out by the gentrification of the forestation. It became dangerous to live there with the frequent visits of humans, both in person and by vehicle, and enough of their own have been killed by result. The few that remained, however, all traveled in different directions rather than stay together. Coq didn’t have a problem with that.
 
Until now.
 
While a little worse for wear his skill and experience has managed to get him this far. He has thinned out a little, enough for him to noticed, but hasn’t slowed down too much. The glacier, however, has managed to put a toll on his aging joints. He isn’t too old, but he doesn’t have a spry youth on his side anymore but he’s comfortable in the snow and ice and the glacier is no different. The winters to the north have made him callous enough that an occasional fall is expected, especially when he doesn’t know the area well, and a moving blip of white catches him off guard. Coq manages to keep upright but he can’t hide the slip of his back paws that nearly wipes him out. After straightening out his struggle and smoothing out his posture, he moves a few feet in the direction of the other wolf in curiosity.