The Sunspire i'd move any mountain for you

The Sunspire, Dusk, 13°C, Mostly Cloudy. 

It had taken Deacon all day to climb the tallest peak of the foreign mountain range. The constant ache in his long legs and the growing soreness in his large paws was pushed to the back of his mind, ignored, replaced by his unfaltering desire to climb and explore. He had set himself the goal of reaching the tallest peak by nightfall and, having promised himself not to give in to laziness and fatigue, he had stuck to a steady, comfortable pace and achieved his target. Although, now that he had made it, he was unable to view the surrounding landscape as well as when the sun had still burned brightly above the horizon.

As of right now, the sun was beginning to set, casting dark shadows across the snow-capped mountain peaks. Only the tallest ridge, the very one where he now stood, still basked in its warm golden light, but it too would fade eventually he reminded himself. He did not have long until the night stripped him of his sight, forcing him to rely on his other senses to navigate. Deacon considered traversing the narrow mountain paths in the dark and quickly decided against it. The mountain could be a treacherous place, particularly dangerous for one such as himself, who was not used to roaming it. It would be so easy for him to take a wrong path or stumble on the rocks which littered the uneven trails. Despite his boyish pride, Deacon now found himself forced to seek help and assistance.
 
Standing atop the gentle slope of Sunspire mountain, his paws bleeding into the steadfast snow which covered it, his orange amber eyes peered out into the gloomy darkness beyond. Earlier in his journey he recalled smelling a pack to the South, and now, he could also distinguish another pack scent further North of his current location. The scent on the wind was much stronger from the northern direction, so Deacon determined that he must have been closer to the second pack. Turning to face that same direction, he waited until the wind changed direction once more before singing out a howl. The breeze would carry with it his scent and his call would hopefully pinpoint his location to anyone who heard it.

Now with the last few flickers of sunlight disappearing beneath the gathering cloud cover, Deacon shifted down and curled up against the nearest large boulder for cover. He was not adverse to the snow or cold climate, but now alone on the mountain range with no sunlight to guide him, he felt alone, exposed and vulnerable. The male kept quiet and curled his tail around himself to keep warm, hoping that someone would soon reply to his call and come to his rescue.