Rising Sun Valley To get me over you

wrap up soon?

All this talk of snow and cold would make Cuan shiver in dreadful anticipation. He was no bear of a wolf- it was obvious with his rather thing legs and docked rib cage that could never quite be hidden with his scruffy winter coat. He had spent a winter in Teekon already, and found the mountain ridges and valleys to be perfect for harboring large clouds of low pressure and air that would find its' way to chill him to the bone.

It is my least favorite season, Cuan commented, even if winter had major advantages for hunting. He paused, then glanced at Capricorn with an understanding yellow gaze.

I should probably head off.
Dusk was approaching rapidly, and Cuan wanted to get off the high landscape that surrounded the glacier and into the flatlands before night. Perhaps when he reached lower ground, the Sunspire wolf would be able to spot the dying sun's rays on the massive white beast that slept between the double peaks.