Frostfire Ridge its colors stolen from

short & vague about ...a lot of things; but oof i really wanna get this boy to 1000 posts

the morning sun cut a golden glow to the world, chilled with the freeze of dew from the night before. the temperatures drop and swell like the rising of the tide; predictable for this season of the year, wintersbane knows. still, he can’t say he enjoys the drastic changes in weather. fall was a fickle season; the cusp between summer and winter, a war of the two extremes. old man winter, as he always did, would be victorious. wintersbane, though, is not cold. luckily, his thick, plush pelage was made for colder temperatures and thus, the tundrian trudges along the forest that cloaks the eastern side of the ridge.