The trail up the mountain is long, perilous, and cold. Lazy flecks of snow become weapons in the wind, slicing across your nose and intermittently blinding you. You came here with a purpose-- but when a rock loosens itself under your paw and nearly sends you careening off the mountain face, you decide enough might finally be enough. You duck into the next cranny you find, sighing in relief as the wind's shrieking fades into the background. Safe for now.
You're barely regaining the feeling in your paws when a pale face emerges from the shadows. Another wolf. Unspeaking, he looks down at you sternly, and although you can't sense any aggression from him you are sure that he will push you right back onto the trail if you make a wrong move.
He approaches.
> Remain.
> Brave the cold.
