The Sunspire I don't need any help to be breakable, believe me

The weather had broken from its tempestuous front to give way to the spring they should have had all along. Iovan breathed in the fresh mountain air and exhaled, eyes closed against the brightening sky to fully fix on the warm scents of flowers and dewy grass. He'd forgotten how much he had missed this weather, and how good of a mood the warmth put him in.

A gentle hum touched his throat as he wound his way along one of the Sunspire's better paths. Looking down still brought a precautionary lurch to his belly, but with every day, he found himself less afraid, and more accustomed to the craggy slopes he called his home.

Yet he still found himself unaccustomed to the wolves he shared this place with, and when he picked up the scent of someone familiar yet unmet, Iovan turned his plans to follow her higher, until the horizon broke, and the stone wall of the Sunspire gave way to a breathtaking sweep of the Valley beneath. His eyes widened, but even that did little to help take in the view. "Woah," he breathed, and he picked his way closer to the earthy stranger. The rising sun stroked the warm tones of her fur and strengthened her colors, just as it did the Valley below, and he felt his attention divided. "What a view." And he turned his eyes back to the stretching hills and mountains and lakes. "You can see the world from up here!"