Duskfire Glacier lust

lestan and the white wolfess had driven the herd of mule deer deeper into the glacier.
and what a lovely place it was! by the end of the first day, the amaguk had made his way from the bosk into the greyfall caverns. he stared open-mouthed at the great waterfall which crashed inside the cave system itself!
the explorations here turned up bits of fur, dried pelt, old bones, all things to suggest that though wolves had once lived here, no pack had made it their home since.
the caverns led into a field of ice. it sparkled whitely in all directions. 
and above them in the nightfall that had come! the lights, dancing! lestan was transfixed, and watched the lights until he eventually fell asleep.
dawn found him stiff and cold. he retreated to greyfall and cracked a bone for marrow. he slept again and woke refreshed at a later hour. 
polaris icefield led to a horrifically steep ravine. lestan panted, having almost fallen into it himself. pebbles and pieces of ice clacked loudly down into the deep crevasse. he came away at once and went back to the caves for the third time. 
this excursion led him to the other side of the territory, to the magnificent, fierce sight of duskfire glacier itself. the huge packing of ice fed a completely frozen lake. he only marvelled at it from a distance.
the grotto on the far side intrigued him. lestan went down into it and started up the horrendously treacherous path to the glacier, but two falling spires of ice nearly knocked him off the narrow trail. he retreated at once. maybe another time he would have the bravery and experience for it. he went over the edge of frostfire ridge and down into the little wedge of forest which nestled against meltwater lake. there he caught a young rabbit completely by accident.
it was almost time to return home. how strange and how wonderful, to think of natigvik as such so soon!