Mount Everfall wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait

Stjornauti joined him next, the pale wolf's appearance alongside him not unwelcome or a surprise. He could not shake him had he wanted to, nor the paler companion of his shadow. No words needed to be shared between them as they surveyed; they had traveled long and far together, their actions complimentary to each other as often as they mirrored.

When he had seen all he wanted to, Solpallur offered his bróðir a quiet chuff. Let's go, he suggested with the turn of his body. There would be other vantage points along the way, ones free of the mist and wildly flowing waters that plummeted towards the earth below. They had to manage the rest of the narrow spine of a trail they were on, and the stones were slick. But the sky was clear and for now, the pair stayed alone.