Duskfire Glacier with fists like atom bombs

specifically: greyfall caverns. plz excuse weird/awkward writing while i discover & develop vilkas. c:

magnetism. it lures him to the glacier territory like a moth helplessly to a flame; though the youngest whitemane would vehemently argue that he — the moth in this scenario — was not helpless. that he considered himself a helpless moth was insulting to his own self as it was. yet. there was something about the glittering white peak of the glacier trapped inland that fascinated him. it was a curious phenomenon; a beautiful oddity and he set off to investigate without a second of hesitation. the territory was unclaimed, he found, and vilkas strode in — though not without the consideration of would he have stopped even if it was claimed? it was hard to say, especially when he had his magpie eye upon something.

he found the cavern entrance by complete accident and though untold dangers could have easily been lurking ( though he did not smell any bears or other potential cave dwellers ) he stepped into the swallowing dimness and darkness further in rather comfortably; lured in by what he suspected was the sound of cascading water deeper within the cavern.