Duskfire Glacier trees will make a forest, trees will make a bow

Keeping things vague due to threads not being completed yet

Existence was a confusing mess. Things never, or rarely mushed 
together to make a conclusive ending, everyones story was often 
left unsatisfactory or open ended. That was certainly the case for
Rye, his story was still unsatisfactory. He was still looking for 
something to fill what was empty, although he had yet to 
discover what it was that was empty. His feet always restless
for something new, as if they were sifting through new ideas
looking for that one that could fill what was hallow. Ryes' feet 
brought him farther east than he ever anticipated to be, the sights
and beauty of Teekon never ceasing to awe the male and pulled
him further east with unspoken promises of something new. It did
not lie. Greens, purples and a few shades of blue lit up the night sky, 
Rye stopped and stared, his eyes glued to something new.  An 
innumerable amount of questions bubbled to the top of his mind. 
All asking the same thing. What, why and how?
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After a few more minutes of admiring the beauty Rye continued to 
walk, glancing at the strange phenomenon with each flare up of 
color. He did not stop walking until a patch of ice caused him to 
slip and slide, nails scratching the ground in a desperate attempt to
gain stability, it failed. Quickly Rye found himself  face down in a
pile of snow with more coating his fur along his body. His injured 
shoulder taking a bit of damage on the crash landing, landing on 
the equivalent of a bad bruise was not excruciating but not painless
either. The last of his healing process was in motion, what it was Rye
wasn't sure, he was no healer but regardless he felt spry in the mornings.
Vein certainly knew his job well, Rye owed him his life and more but
repayment would come at a later date.
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As the male shook off his snow covered fur, Rye noticed something in 
the distance that looked an awful lot like a wolf. His heart sank, he wanted
no trouble and was not in the best shape to fight if trouble was what he got. His
weight was yet to completely return to him and he was missing sleep, not to 

mention his shoulder. He was sure the other wolf would have heard all that 

racket he made falling, whether or not it was true didn't matter as he was already 

calling out for the other wolf. "Hey!" He started, "Who's out there?"