Moonspear where had i heard this wind before

Starlight flickered through snowy clouds. 

In the higher peaks of the mountain, he had found a small cave. Inside, he had created a place where he could pause to rest on long walks up the rocky incline. From the edge he could look out at the sky and the ground below and beyond. 

The taste of winter was still heavy on the air. His breath came in plumes. From his perch on the edge of his small cave, he had thought he might catch a glimpse of the sky. No such luck; the snow fluttered down lazily, clouds moved overhead. Still, the elevation was pleasant and the air felt quiet there. The shade knew that he would need to return to the lower portion, to his own den. The taste of crisp night air was all too alluring.