Ouroboros Spine out of the races and onto the tracks

Weather: -7°F (feels like -22°F, holy shit), partly cloudy until this evening.

The temperature had dropped to the levels that Dune recalled growing up in. The frigid air nearly bit right through his thick arctic coat, but considering he'd been more well-fed these past few days, and now that he had the security of the pack, he felt it important to explore the land immediately surrounding his new home. Letting out a quick, short howl to let others know he would be back soon (and that anybody was welcome to join him), Dune departed Moonspear for the first time as a true member of the mountain. He felt a sense of belonging there, and he was confident things were looking up for him.

For once, the skies were not dumping snow on him, and it was clear enough to see another mountain not too far off. He actually mistook it for the mountain he had seen just a couple of days back to the south, still not quite honing in on his internal compass. He set off for it, curious to see what sorts of hidden treasures it held. He headed into the wind, squinting his eyes against the icy cold.