Northstar Vale peak envy

Along the rocky slopes did Aiolos wander. So very often did he lay rest at the edges of the Vale along the bottom of their lands at the foot of the mountains for any whom may have slipped into their territory through crack, gorge or cavern. This time however, he practiced his mountain-climbing. He was not accustom to it either. Being born around swamp land and only to move onto an island, the mountains were not at all his foray. Long limbs carried him carefully, precisely. 

When he heard the greeting of a newcomer over the rocky slopes, duty pulled at him. As a guardian as all he knew, the call demanded his attention and he followed. At least this time a loner had the decency to howl instead of traipsing right in. Welcome, Wanderer. He greeted, fiery eyes overlooking the oddly patterned wolf.