Duskfire Glacier Winter needs to come

She was in her element.

Twin peaks surrounding the little wolf voraciously clawed at the sky, meanwhile providing refuge from the sweltering heat of summer in the lowlands; these lands were of contrast, partnering the dangers of the mountains with the sightly and familiar haven of frigidity she knew. Yet, Ceara's blood was of an arctic wolf, reflected clearly in her appearance, and the chill frazzled her not. Hailing north of the Teekon Wilds, she knew the cold well, and being in the mountains, it felt like home. For good reason, she was giddy with joy.

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The wanderlust had been strong within her - paw after paw did she move, like a little puffball on stilts -or rather, toothpicks- as she traversed through the lands. It was like a rhythmic song, the sounds of her pawpads meeting rock combined with the empty howling of the wind as it meandered through the vast space above. Flitting across the earth in a clumsy trot, muzzle cracked open in a dainty smile, Ceara fell into a trance as she moved forth and listened. Life was simple. Life was good.

Suddenly, CRUNCH! Catching Ceara off guard, beneath her paws was a great pleasure amidst a hot summer: snow! Eyelids parting open in a flash, unsheathing a rich and exciteable amber gaze, Ceara's pupils dashed all about. Smile morphing into a mischevious grin, the little cream-coated wolf's mind raced with all the possibilities; all the potential fun to be had in the haven before her: ice skating! Slipping and sliding! Snow forts! "Oh, I could dream aaalll day about this.." she giggled to herself "but then again, who could daydream in a place like this?!" No, now was the time for dreaming.. Now was the time for a snow fort! 

Before she could have a second thought, the little white wolf barrelled through the snowfields at what felt like supersonic speeds; like a blur, her white coat seemingly melted and melded with the ashen snow around her. Eyes which scouted for a potential snow den site could not keep up with her legs, however, and she soon saw herself running straight into a slope. Legs stopped beneath her, entering into a slide upon the ice and snow for what felt like forever; obviously, Ceara wouldn't make it, but with bravery and a smile all the while, she beared for impact.

The glacier, in its freeze, had preserved just enough snow, barely deep enough to cushion her impact. Coincidentally, it had also preserved enough snow to preserve Ceara herself. With a yelp and a faint thud, Ceara's head and torso barreled into the shallow snow drift, leaving merely her tail & fluffy butt out of the mix. The front half of her body swallowed by white coldness, Ceara still managed a grin, wild laughter & fervent yipping and barks, somewhat muffled by the snow. Meanwhile, the other half, free from the snow, her butt wiggled like mad and her tail waggled like no tomorrow. Of course, she was having the time of her life, but she'd have to get out somehow.