Mount Apikuni itchalik

IT had been some time since the scarred veteran had turned towards the mountains to push his body to it's limits. It was treacherous to do so in the dead of winter, when snow and ice fell in equal measure. When his paws would be leaden down with ice and grime and his fur heavy and cold, but he pressed on.

He'd only go a little way's up and then back down. He had made sure to tell those who mattered what he was doing. And the weather had seemed to stay fairly decent for the next few days. It wouldn't take him too long to go up and then back down.

As a matter of fact, he relished in the burn that began at his shoulders and worked it's way to his chest. It made his brain clearer than it had int some time. A figure ahead and he chuffed to get their attention. So they didn't think he was coming upon them silent and nefarious.