Nova Peak oh, but it's long.

soon the winds that carried so many voices would claw at stone, at fur, at flesh.

and if he -- and those walking down the path above -- was lucky, the wind would be at his back, and the ground beneath him firm.

another note presses from the cold. he stops at a segment of ice-capped stone where above, twin shadows darken the snow in hues of pastel and indigo.

two wolves. the voices on the wind. he notes the posture of the male first, the tail held just so. the female's expression is open yet steady.

the language here clearer than any cut on stone.

sky breaker's posture lowers, an invitation for inspection.