Rising Sun Valley Frostflame Ridge

Near Duskfire Glacier, on an unclaimed part of the mountain.

The only sound across the barren mountain ridges was the whistling of a high wind, and the hidden clicking of a wolf's claws as it skittered along a thin edge.

This wolf didn't particularly resemble any regular mountain wolf. Its features were sharp and pointed and it moved without any characteristic regality. Its steps were an erratic start-and-stop, with every stop the result of the animal's head lifting and its snout twitching as it sniffed. This wolf was Cthulhu, a thin and scraggly wolf hybrid with strange tendencies, and presently, she was looking for a source of food.

She debated aloud with herself in whispers whether sneaking in to the nearby claimed land was worth the risk, and her indecision was obvious in the way she turned purposefully toward the adjacent glacier, only to skitter quickly back when the scent of wolves blew by on the wind. Every so often she would duck her head down and open her mouth widely, uttering a sound of dismay at the nature of her impossible choice. She didn't want to bother them, but she was so hungry, and soon it would outweigh her usual harmlessness.