Moonspear Pluto has been declared imaginary

Many of her days were spent wandering the mountain’s peaks, taking shelter in her hideaway only when necessary. The winds were often harsh, tossing her back and forth between its chilling palms; she wondered what it might be like to dwell in the lowlands, only to promptly remind herself that she could handle the cold—she was a mountainous wolf, after all. She had to be able to handle the cold.

Well, maybe simply trying to handle it was good enough—it had to be, today at least, as she found herself abandoning the heights for Moonspear’s base. The trees, more abundant and closer together the lower she went, offered a much-appreciated break from the wind; it was still there, creeping past the various trunks, but the force behind it was decreased significantly. Still, a decrease was not as ideal as she preferred and Yama was soon searching for another hideaway to add to her collection—but, instead, she spied another wolf. Familiar even from a distance, someone she’s only ever seen in passing (that she could recall). Opening her mouth, little more than a chuff came out to request his attention, curious to discover what he might be up to.