Duskfire Glacier N is for anywhere and anytime at all

It was night, and Skull was on patrol.

It would come as no surprise to Tuwawi; she was well-informed of his habits by now, surely, but the others might be intrigued should they stumble across the charcoal ghost. He often chose the odd hours, when others were asleep, to strike out across the territory and make sure all was well. Usually these lonely walks were uneventful, but tonight had something interesting in store.

As he was traversing a natural path, unaware of the splendor he was missing out on, the sound of a choking something caught his attention. It was not as loud as a wolf, but quiet like a mouse. Confused and highly interested, he looks upward with ears twisted forward and spots a grayish-white blob careening clumsily through the air. He narrows his eyes, tilts his head in an uncharacteristically youthful motion, and picks up his feet in pursuit of the bat.

"Turbulence?" He questions in his typical rumble of a voice.