Silvertip Mountain and it’s sad to know that we are not alone

the sheet of ice which bordered the glacier had once been a source of annoyance to merrick. but now he had discovered a purpose for it.
the wind here scoured over slick ground. there were no trees to provide cover. merrick prowled forward with a shiver in answering.
none in ursus had offered the stranger care for the wounds gotten, or offered food.
now he came toward the figure and tilted his head mockingly toward the glacier and its rivers of ice.
"why would you come to ursus?"