Sawtooth Spire klettern

little elke romped in the snow; mahler grinned and settled himself deeper into the drift. "vell," he began thoughtfully, crossing paws over his chest as he gazed toward the sky. "she decided she vould go and find the rain first, and then the snow. so she left her home and she began to travel tovard the mountains."
he grinned, cheek pressed against the coolness of the snow as he looked toward his rambunctious offspring again. "do you know who she met in a great big meadow filled vith flowers?"