Boreal Wind

You've reached the highest peak of the mountains, distantly in the sky you see a bright green, purple flicker of light dancing in the clouds.
Abruptly, a strange blue flash and a sound of thunder erupts from the pier behind you.
You turn around and gaze at what you had just witnessed.
The mountain behind you had suddenly morphed into a hill, surrounded by a barrier of rock and ice!
Moving shapes wandered around the mount, which seemed to emit a strange light.
Suddenly, you heard a familiar melody shared by everyone of your kind.
A deep howl echoed from the pier.
"They're wolves!" You whispered under your breath.
The only possible entrance could be the peak you're standing on, right? It took strong willpower to reach this point, you couldn't imagine having to work this hard to get to your den every day.
You observe quietly, before the mountains start to shake. They're moving! The mountains shift with ease to create a small path in between peaks, before they quickly line up with each other like a puzzle. Strange markings line the rocks, which seemed to glow green and blue.
You see six shapes, which immediately entered the bowl-shaped refuge from the mountains. There was a wolf, who distinctly shined the brightest of them all.
"Magic wolves!" You abruptly yipped, which in the moment felt like a breakthrough, but also disclosed your location.
All of a sudden, the ground below you turned into ice. You immediately loose your footing, but slid softly down into the secluded area below.
Wolves surround you, each covered in shining trinkets and taking glowing steps.
You couldn't manage to stand up, so you gave up and scrambled to find a non-embarrassing position.
You grinned as you stared at the wolves muttering incoherent words to each other.
At once, wolves started stepping backwards to make a path.
A huge wolf stepped towards you, his steps left blue puddles and wings draped behind him. His tail seemed to be lit in a shining blue inferno.
"Who are you? A traveler?"
His voice was stern, but you could sense something in him that told you he wasn't an enemy.
You spoke your name, and looked down submissively.
"I am Ashen River, welcome to Boreal Wind."