Moonsong Glacier we see the exact same sunrise

His ear flicked with Winter Song's approach! 

And his maw only furled harder. Inexperienced teeth were white with youth, but if that bear so much as looked at the white she-wolf the wrong way, he'd kill it. Fallen was half-certain he'd already made up his mind about that, but still. It was worth repeating.

Songs from younger days came with the cries of bear and wolf. 

Songs that would not be heard here. 

Without warning, he bluffed a charge at the bear, hoping that a snarling wolf might scare it off. 

. . . 

It did not. In fact, that seemed to only make it angrier, and as a rock sunk to the pit of his stomach, the bear reared on its haunched and raised a paw to swipe. The blow knocked Fallen Sun back a few lengths, out of sheer un-expectance of its strength.