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The peaks of Northfall are a mountain which rests along the northern coasts. Frosted by snow year round, the mountains are bitter cold in the winter and pleasantly mild in the summer. With the sea winds from the east and the tundra to the north, the land is typically never without a good breeze. In the east the mountain plummets unto rocky and dark beaches to meet the choppy and icy ocean waters. A fjord snake's its way through the southern portion of the mountain, creating the life-water which spiders through the land. While the upper elevations are mostly snow, ice and rock, the lower reaches are dotted with various evergreens and at the foothills to the south support a lush coniferous forest. Mountain goats and sheep are common in these mountains and in the forest below, caribou herds and moose graze.
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A light smile appeared on his lips at her comment, noticing the light playful and flirtatious spark towards him. I have no doubt of that. Let's go. Oberon went right after her, noticing the scent as quickly as she did. The dark coated male kept on going with caution, slow and deliberate in his movements. Off in the distance, the creature in question was lumbering most proficiently across the rocky mountain terrain. It's just up ahead. Come on. He waited just a moment for her to follow him, leading the hunt as he stalked towards their quarry. Blue eyes watched it with keen intent, his body now crouching as he hoped to make an ambush on the ram. Slow and steady wins the race, as they say.