Moonspear I awoke only to find my lungs empty

The mist rose through the mountain starting at its base and leaving behind a carpet of water droplets which clung to stems, leaves and branches. It was much more cool than he'd expected it to get, and Bronco found himself wondering if perhaps the mountain would become unforgiveable once winter hit, bringing with it fierce gales and monstrous snowstorms. But until then, he would do his best to ignore the temperatures which slowly began to dip lower every night. 

Dawn broke with dreary calm, as the sunrise was still shielded from view by the curtain of clouds that draped across the sky. He'd roved down toward the base of the mountain to patrol and reinforce the markings which had been left by the last guardian to pass this way, sniffing out new scents and hoping to find something to eat for breakfast while he guarded his new home.