Gyrfalcon's Keep fresh off the bus

from the forest, he made his way up along what he would have called more of a hill than a small mountain. the elevation change wasn't particularly noticeable to the coywolf, at least until he had cleared the treetops.
it was still, for the moment, and the world was nothing more than a blinding, bright winterscape that stung his eyes. he squinted over it and about it, but moved along through the snow carefully. it was deeper than he would have liked, but not so unmanageable that it slowed him terribly.
of course, having reserved his stamina and resting up a bit in the dark wood below had helped considerably. hunger still chewed at him but he had found enough to keep him sustained... so long as he didn't push it.
and lakhos watched out for lakhos, first and foremost.
he tested the snow pack ahead of him smartly, pushing here and there to make sure that the ground ahead of him was truly solid before he went skirting out past some stones; his nose worked in testing that air knowing better than to believe he was truly alone even up here. solitude was fleeting, just like silence, and the gray sky overhead seemed the sort to turn on him just as likely as another he was liable to come across.
the whiskers on his snout twitched passively as he passed by another outcropping, and the ground was more solid beneath him. he picked up his pace.

@Acheron