The Sunspire immune to this

a thick and wild gust of wind swept by, sweeping up snowfall toward the sky only to have it trickle back down as fresh flurries. marauder remained steadfast, a shift of his paws given as the cliffwalker spoke words that tumbled down the mountain ridge and to the creeping shadows below. 

bold. marauder had not thought himself so. the warrior rolled an aching shoulder and lowered his gaze to pierce through the deadpan stare of his companion. "the mountain humbles, yet it sits us atop the world." he assumed a cliffwalker would know this truth well. 

marauder could not remember much of the place he'd taken his first breath in this life, but he knew it not upon shale or limestone. his shared company looked as if he might bleed stone if cut, and marauder wondered then if the man had always sat the lonely throne atop the summit.