Mount Apikuni When I find myself in times of trouble

he set out that day to search the lands between the sunspire and the bypass for his sons. 
here and there he would draw the air and drift; he committed himself to the questing of it, thankful for his tall legs that carried him with less effort through the high drifts.
the gargoyle found himself filling with familiarity as he came to the mountain. little possibility they had come this far; he expected astraeus and thade to both return to the stone halls of their birth, more than cross a wholly foreign set of rock teeth. and yet a curious hope spurred mahler. he found his way along the remembered trails; even covered in snow the man knew the steps to take.
here the doktor called a low darkened dirge; here he stepped down into the high snowbanks encircling the edge of the small spire, nearly a hillock alongside the likes of the sun-peak and sawtooth.
fresh tracks, but they did not belong to any in rivenwood. and yet mahler followed them perhaps for lack of better to do, and found himself a short distance from a yawning boulder-break that reminded him of his short stay in the taigawood. he cleared his throat, shifting but not yet advancing lest there be teeth in the mountain.