Duskfire Glacier wind and stream in the ardennes

In an effort to emulate his mentor, Veteran had also begun a morning patrol-- on mornings he woke up for it, at least. He was running a bit behind schedule; he liked to time it so that he was rounding the eastern edge of the glacier just as the sun peeked up over the horizon line. 

A gathering of wolves on the Glacier's border stopped the aspiring guardian in his tracks. He approached slowly, squinting through the dim lighting. Every hair stood on edge as he neared the group with careful steps. Best case scenario, this was Sikuliak and his family returning. Worst case, it was a sneak attack of bloodthirsty cannibals. He wasn't even sure which one he was hoping for, at this point. Either would be pretty exciting.