Silvertip Mountain peaceable

for @Aesop!

The freezing rain had finally past, its last remnants bunched up on the western horizon. Leaving behind a warm air, Ivev found herself wondering if this winter was actually summer.

For all of time, her people had noted the cooling and warming, the rain and the sun, all things that correlated with the seasons. And now, as the wolf limped along a meandering run, she felt as if the Earth itself was toying with something that been, for so long, consistent. This weather in the middle of winter? Astounding! She normally would have loved for the weak rays of winter sun to heat her pelt, but the air was oddly muggy, and much too warm for her to see her breath fogging in front of her nose.

Perhaps she was putting too much thought into this- after all, Ivev had some tasks to do and purveying all this odd weather was not an effective agenda. She stopped to get a bearing on her surroundings. The female had slowly struck out west from the Spine, her pace slow but steady as she worked her injured back leg into service. The pine forests were still a faded, wintry green, but as she moved farther, towards the coast, the ground became more rugged and deciduous. Evergreens gave way to bare-branched aspen, ash, and elder. The woods ran along gently sloping hills with wide valleys, of which she stopped on the crest of one of them. Across the valley to her right, the ground steadily began to climb and formed the feet of a sleeping giant- Silvertip.