Sawtooth Spire wild kids

it was indeed worth it. the entire sunspire was viewable from here, a blanket of rich spring green draped over hill and vale and around a piece of red land that felt closer than it was. further off, there was one other mountain as tall as sawtooth, taller really, soaring proudly into the sky until its head was lost in clouds.
snow crunched underpaw. heda glanced at caracal and then took a large mouthful of the stunningly cold stuff. her cheeks bulged as she brought her head up in time to hear his question.
meltwater dripped from her lips. she swallowed painfully. her head shot through with a brainfreeze. "uh, yeah," heda answered, reeling from so many sensations at once.