Silver Moraine i am a result

@Jora

huge paws split black ice. a crunching underfoot that he has long since learned to navigate without much trouble. the icy, snow-less peaks of the black crags had been detrimental—growing up as a young boy had taught him much. how to carry his weight upon the ice, how to avoid slipping and meeting his maker.

thoughts drifted. they led him away from the plains of qeya river and into the length of the moraine, where he maneuvered cautiously. as if walking on eggshells, his head lifted, his tail a striking banner against the pale outcrop of the icy drift. scents washed past.

one stuck out. familiar... it grated upon him. his shoulders tense, rolling as he changes his trajectory, walking down the length of the moraine with renewed purpose. crimson eyes breaking the lingering, bleak fog that hung over the land.