Rising Sun Valley To get me over you

With round yellow eyes, Cuan noted the stout brute's slight uncoiling, and the Spire scout's tail let out a little wag. He was pleased to see there would be no fighting in the foreseeable future. And the rusty, lanky male was beginning to learn some facts to bring back to base.

When Capricorn mentioned his guarded pack's land, Cuan turned to glance back up behind him through the narrow conifers. He understood why they called it Duskfire Glacier; for it was positioned in such a way that the setting sun would light it every evening. It must be a magnificent sight. It was currently afternoon and Cuan would most likely be leaving soon, but no doubt the pack had quite the treat as they dwelled in the shadow of the glacier.

Ever get cold up there? he commented, gazing at the impossible blue-white sheen of the glacier.

The Sunspire is similar that it's a mountain land... surely without the glacier, though. I'd think you'd appreciate the openness it has.