Spotted Eagle Mountain what light breaks through these clouds

He had anchored himself inside a small divet in the mountain, deep enough to allow for some shelter against the cold and snow. He thought of closing his eyes, curling up, and sleeping, but fought his bodily instincts--to sleep through the night, as dreary as this one was, was a grievous offense against Fengari and his daughters. Iliana's rise must always bring slumber, he reminded himself.

Instead, Phocion began to mutter incantations, starting with a prayer to the winds and waters to cease their storming. It did no good to be up at night if the stars were tucked away beneath the clouds. He longed for the clear, snowless southern skies, the night at the solstice, at once both a vast expanse of darkness and a glimmering show of light.

He had launched into his third set of prayers when movement nearby caught his eye. Snapping to attention, he puffed himself up in wariness and waited for the figure to draw closer. When it did so, he opened his mouth.

"Friend," he greeted, his standard opening to any wolf, regardless of who they were or where they came from. "Do you seek shelter from the storm?"