Duskfire Glacier nothing in comparison

northern lights @ polaris icefield.

though the day was uneventful — spent stretching all-but healed leg upon the borders and tending to food caches — and dull by most of wintersbane's standards the heralding of dusk that bled into nighttime brought with it a gem. it is upon the icefield as the tundrian marches his way over chilled land untouched by the warming breath of spring the navy ichor of the skyline glows with the dance of the aurora borealis. it casts a weaving green spell upon the ice, upon the rocks. steps moving with purpose prior pause and wintersbane allows himself to enjoy the simple beauty of it.