Duskfire Glacier Pirouette through Misfortune

Leila was awestruck by the massive ocean, the giant body of water that graced out into the horizon as though it stretched forever. The world was beautiful, and she was taking in every single second of it. The wind blew through soft layers of fluffed fur, her pelt being made for this weather. It was comforting, the icy breeze that couldn't touch her, as it gave her a sense of belonging. It was blissful, and the fae lost herself in the unrelenting slurry of gentle unity.

It was some time, and the sun was beginning to set. With the sun lowering over the flatline of water, a new serious of colors began, their rainbows only just unfolding, launching the realm into fairytale of unreal, but the most wonderful part that caught her breath...was it was all too real. Mint orbs kept on the scene until there was nothing left for her heart to be kept prisoner by. She then turned, only to be deadlocked in the sights of another wolf.

With a gasp, she scampered back as she was frightened deep to her core by the sudden and silent company. She threw herself back, but as she had forgotten as quick as she had been lost for breath, she was once on the edge of a cliff.
Not anymore, though.
She slipped right off of its edge, the very edge that overlooked the bowels of frozen forestland hundreds of meters, below.