Moonsong Glacier No other matches your scene

assuming that he is OK here overnight! all welcome

When dawn broke, the spell the crab apples had cast had worn off, leaving him groggy, a little bit shaky, and dehydrated. Having been emptied the night prior, his stomach gurgled though he was not convinced that he would be able to keep breakfast down. He ran his tongue over his lips, finding them dry and his mouth sticky. An exhale and an inhale revealed a slight sourness to his breath that caused him to grimace- this was far worse than his usual morning-breath. He allowed himself a moment to wallow in his misery, though he counted his graces as well- he was lucky that the borders he'd approached had belonged to wolves who had gone above and beyond to make him feel safe while he slept off the accidental intoxication. 

He clambered to his feet awkwardly and stretched, sinking back on his hips before he leaned forward and pulled his hind legs out behind him, uttering a soft moan as he felt the muscles stretch and the joints pop in his lower back. With a slight turn of his chin, he popped another joint in his neck and shook the tension out of the rest of his body with a good shake. A light pulse behind his eye began, but it was the price he would pay for his folly. 

He lapped up water from the turtle shell, and took stock of his location. He'd been brought to an evergreen forest where the air was cool and fresh. He stood upon a part of a glacier, a great shield of ice that had likely been in this place for thousands of years. He eyed the ridgeline of ice that reached for the grey sky, and blinked soft snowflakes away with his eyelashes. 

He now owed these wolves a debt, but it settled easily upon his conscience.