Nova Peak Akiani

Issorartuyok had followed the dark raven through the woodland for several days, stopping only to catch prey or to rest. The heat had proven to be unbearable.

The northerner shouldered his way into the open and upon the base of a handsome mountain. The edges were sharp and rose into a rocky peak with snow at its top. Issorartuyok felt a stirring of desire in his belly. The thought of ice and snow was a reminder of home.

Issorartuyok found a moment of respite from the sun within a shaded crag at the base of the mountain. A scraggly tree grew out and cast an odd shadow at the mouth of the overhang. The wolf drank in the scents, whiskers twitching.