Lone Star Mountain Talk to me, just one last time

The white wolf held his nose to the rocky steps as he walked, inhaling her scent. Taikon had followed Luna up the mountain, hoping that she might be free of Macaria. At long last, the weather was beginning to improve. The rain had gone. They were left instead with a warm moisture that made his head ache. He wondered if a great storm would come. Though the sky seemed clear, he was sure there must be a dark front coming that would electrify the air.
Taikon found her standing picturesque atop a grand rocky outlook. He was tempted to sneak up and spook her with a nip, but didn't want her to fall. How's the view this time? he said, grinning. No giant fish I expect. The prince moved closer to her, reaching out his nose to greet her warmly.