Sawtooth Spire Cliffrose

The pearl cut across the ground at the base of the mountain. Gold eyes searched overhead, scanning the ridges and the stones of the range. It stretched north for miles, out of sight, out of comprehension. The glimmer of snow could be followed until it became one with the sky.

Cool features turned westward. Sphinx saw the mesa and the wind carried scents from it. Wolves had traveled near the spire. Shifting, pushing from the north, it brought remnants from the sea. A salty twinge on the air made his whiskers tremble.

The pale figure pressed on, following the northern aroma.