Duskfire Glacier Can we climb this mountain?

Once he was done dousing the spot with his own scent, he took it one step further. He kicked and shuffled his paws, scraping the earth below in long, sweeping strides. In the world of a wolf, a raised leg like he displayed, followed by a good scrape was a sign of confidence. Especially if you were marking over someone else's scent. A clear challenge in dominance. He could care less who saw him.

And someone had. Hearing the chuff, the dark faced boy whipped his head around, hackles lifting. Initially he thought it might be the Northerner himself, but it wasn't. The wolf who called to him was a far cry from Issor's dark coloration. But they still shared the common scent. Icy eyes narrowed in harsh consideration. He wasn't exactly gonna be an easy one to warm up to. "You are one of his kin." He defiantly refused to name the man they both knew he was speaking of. "Whadaa ya want?" He grumped.