Mount Everfall wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait

On high, the wind pulled at tufts of fur. It occasionally sent them spiraling off and out of sight, but he never paid them any mind. At least here the air felt more like he was still home, lost in some pine barren. But there were no pines up here, no towering firs to shield him if the weather changed.

The view was worth it however, and the only reason he had scaled the mountain to begin with. Having the lay of the land would serve its purposes, and he would plan his next move from there. The rush of the waterfall drew him nearer to the edge where mist enveloped him briefly, and his gaze lighted on the thick forests below.

Perfect.