Moonsong Glacier destination

The sun crested a hill, his red fur catching a breeze and causing him to shake it off. It was mildly chilly, not his favorite sensation. Fallen Sun's nose twitched, ears set in alertness. 

Moonpack felt hurt to him, but he didn't know why, exactly. The silent wolf did not tend to dwell upon things he did not understand, save for his never-ending quest for words to describe things. 

Fallen Sun heard a howl, and trekked off to meet the source. A whuff of greeting to the newcomer.