Nocturne Summit Castle in the sky

The run had turned to a steady lope, carrying them across stretches of greenery the likes of which Crowfeather had never seen. 

His eyes never left the mountain. By night they had reached the base of the stone tower. The dark wolf looked up to them with a prickling of nervousness. Some wolves were bold enough to clamber up those stone formations, others made mountains of that sort into homes. 

Crowfeather had been rather quiet since their talk of oracles and brothers. He had wanted to give @Germanicus a break from the constant chatter if he could help it. There were times when he was unable to withhold a question, others when he could not help but to comment on a piece of scenery. Crowfeather only hoped that the silver stalwart would not mind.