The Sunspire internet pet celebrity

Weather: 13°F, Mostly cloudy.

After finally getting out of that godforsaken cave, Dune had set his sights on the tallest mountain in the region. He had started out early, but the heavy snow had caused him to hold tight for several hours before the skies finally cleared and allowed him to keep going. Dune had no intention of reaching the summit of this mountain (or anywhere near it). His plan was to round the north face and see what lay on the other side.

The large, white male continued to trudge along through the thick drifts of snow. Thankfully, some other creature had plowed a trail ahead, and he had been following that for a good bit of the afternoon. The wind was working against him (as was the bitter cold), but he pressed on. His body ached from the constant travel, but what else was he to do?