Silver Moraine you were one of those classic ones

@Cry hope this is okay <3 being a lil vague about storm bc i'm not sure how that's gonna go down

It was on the natural road she ambled, the path formed by the receding of the glacier - it was no longer a frozen river, but a ditch of upturned soil and rock. Amongst the browns and oranges of autumn's touch, her snowy white pelage sparkled and glittered, lit by the few rays of light trickling down into the ghost's fur. Her breaths were only just beginning to steady, having leapt from the confines of IkKanattuk after Storm's approach so that she could exhale in peace and rest the pounding of her head, though the she-wolf's legs still trembled at the beating of her heart and she had to slow her pace in order to relax the tensing muscles.

A chirp. It sounded from above her head, and Gwen idly peered up to meet the gaze of a little bird - what kind exactly, she knew not, though she watched it with mild intensity. It shuffled, ruffling it's feathers before fluttering off into the distance. The fallen empress slowed to a halt, paws laced with dirt and pads cracked, dry. The evergreens lining the valley had retained their green leaves, and the air was cool against her sore throat; her lithe figure stood stock still in the center of the path, almost like a lost child who was begging for a little hope to find her way.