Mount Apikuni i got a heart that don’t speak to me anymore

marten strayed from the borders of uaine gorsedd again that day, though not too far... as if he had any business climbing mountains. he just needed to stretch his limbs, and it seemed this territory was victim of his wandering today. 

he took to the slopes, though they weren't as dramatic as the towering mountain north of them. the winder landscapes around him was quite pretty, he notes, but he isn't sure winter is as nice as warm spring, when prey is plentiful and he isn't worried about freezing to death all the time. hah. interrupting his nature walk and inner monologue, marten spots a dark wolf, handsome at least from a distance, but starkly standing out against the white. he pauses, staring forward, ears flicking forward as he observes.