Rising Sun Valley precious and fragile things

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Something had died here. Whatever it was, it had left a pungent stain on the grass, criss-crossed with coyote tracks who had scattered the bones and rendered them unidentifiable. Dovev's muzzle lifted from the ground, his gray pools almost colorless in the hazy day. Clouds were billowing in almost every direction, and they were moving quickly to blanket the valley in a thunderous sheet of rain.

He stood on a ridge, his paws gripping the slanted earth that was steeping far above his head in a wall of rock. The mountains had always been an object of abject fascination, having remember traversing the entire range in his first few years of life. But the north was void of any spiny peaks and rambling mountains. The tundra was flat, tough, and was permanently frozen just a foot or less underground. But the Teekon Wilds were set high into the air, especially where this concentration of wolves were found. It wouldn't be long until this wild became just as cold as the spring Arctic.

As he scanned above, he could observe glaciers looming in the dark sky, forever frozen in any season. The Swiftcurrent creek was a thread far below him. The valley was a large crevice covered in meadows and forests, and the mountain ridges halted and opened up onto the wide plain where the creek snaked towards the valley which held Arrow lake at it's center. It was a pleasant, majestic area, and the air was cool and humid by the approaching rain clouds. It was an easy sight on the eye.