Dragoncrest Cliffs fulfill.

Creeping along the cliffside, low, slinking, at times skittering—there came the sinuous figure of a young wolf.

His head snaked at the level of his chest. His nose probed at piles of snow, sedge, and stone alike; but froze immediately upon hearing a call, and thusly spied upon a woman further along.

She was vibrant like the dawn and he coyly stared, gulping cold air while searching for familiar smells. The smell of meat was prevalent enough to coax him closer. A lick of the lips, a shine in the eye.