Sawtooth Spire klettern

The mountain was big, she knew this. Bigger then her father. Bigger then the trees she so enjoyed. 

She lifted her rump into the air, golden tail with blackened guard hairs waving to and fro whist she burrowed her muzzle into the snow like her dad did. When he speaks up again, she bounds forth and slides along the earth, kicking up snow in doing so as she came in closer, ears perked to hear out his story. 

He spoke of a giel named Elke, like her! She lived in a very hot place, no rain, no snow. Elke remembered some days being hot in the forest, during this 'summer' but she had been fortune to live in an area that didnt get too hot. She didnt think she liked hot. 

Wot she do?