Duskfire Glacier N is for anywhere and anytime at all

The wolves were weary from the days' travel, the pups most of all. As the sun set on their first day in their new home, Smush remained wide awake. He'd slept through the entire journey, snuggled in the crook of Val's neck. And though nothing had changed—he had no desire to stray far from his new best buddy—Smush knew he must go for a quick flight. He and Val had collected some insects together, yet he hadn't had a square meal since his last morning at Arrow Falls.

Hopping down from his perch on the slumbering pup, the spotted bat hopped-skipped-shuffled along the ground, then found a small outcropping and carefully began to scale it. Once he reached the top, he slowly turned around, clinging to the rock and facing upside down now. He arched his head to look around himself, then jumped and quickly beat his wings to avoid another painful encounter with the hard ground.

He looked incredibly spastic doing it but little Smush managed to get some lift. Pumping his wings like a madman and huffing and puffing with the effort, he rose into the darkling summer air. The higher he went, the more breathtaking the mountainside looked. He eventually caught a draft and began to glide, a quiet, "Oh ma' Weezy," escaping him as he gaped, mouth ajar, at the stunning view.

And that's when a mosquito flew directly into his open mouth, choking him.