Duskfire Glacier the phantom pain

Although it was otherwise a mild day, at this altitude the wind gusted relentlessly across the surface of the glacier. Veteran thought he had forgotten the feeling of the wind in his fur, the smells and sights of his childhood.. but he couldn't deny the familiarity of it all. 

He squinted, almost expecting to see his father coming towards him across the glacier, arriving to question the stranger's presence in his home. Of course, there was nothing actually out there.. nothing but memories and wet ice. This was no longer anyone's home. From the smell of it, it had been deserted for a long time. 

Maybe he would stay a few weeks and relive the ol' glory days. Maybe he would turn around and leave once the sun started to set. Veteran's course of action was undecided. For now, he was content to look out over his namesake glacier and reminisce.

Backdating this a few weeks.