Lone Star Mountain They don't make noise, and this is their world.

Just as Artyom and @Minnow ventured from Whitebark land and into neutral territory, the snows came. The flurry was soft at first and on the duo trekked, the gilded leader and his young ward, heading at a brisk pace toward the mountain range that loomed in the distance - its peaks obscured by cloud.

"We picked a grand day to lay some tracks," he barked, half-joking as he shifted to grin over a shoulder at the pale-furred yearling who trailed at his flank. "I hope you like the snow, маленький голубь!" He had no issues navigating the flatlands in Wintertime but, as the pair drew nearer to thair destination, he found himself quite intimidated by the treacherous slopes before them.

Artyom insisted that they rest for a while, wait out the worst of the weather. It would surely be his failure to let Dawn's young niece carry on into the spires in such dangerous conditions so, after they sourced a suitable cave to shelter for the rest of the night, he felt driven at morning's light by clear skies and replenished energy. "Shall we?" Artyom asked with a sweep of his tail, allowing Minnow to take the lead to begin their ascent.