Spotted Eagle Mountain I have always been a fortress.

For @Katya Noir  :)

When night crept in, Venamis ventured from his hollow. A boy who favoured the darkness, it was the one thing he missed most about dwelling among Blackfeather Woods. With the dimming of sunlight came a security blanket that provided comfort unlike anything else. Though he pined for the proud trees of what was once his home, the raven-furred Melonii did so with a bitter taste on his tongue.

The mountains that he'd roamed since his dispersal were barren, he felt, but he could certainly think of worse places to find himself. Venamis trailed with careful steps along rocky slopes made treacherous by Winter's frost, but he accepted the challenge as he pursued the distinct trail of a squirrel that had scampered over the powdered snow just recently.