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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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The pair of wolves, so beautifully synchronized in their movements, collided with the ram down rocks and snowy ground. But they would not fall to their deaths on this night. The evening then went nearly into complete darkness, shadowing the blood that spilled over the predators and covered the body of their prey. It was over in an instant, as they toppled over their victim.
Teeth cut into veins and important arteries, muscles and lungs damaged. It wasn't before long when the ram would stop its last breath. Yet it put up a good fight, leaving a scratch from its horn across Oberon's left cheek. Not enough to scar, but enough that it would bruise the next day. Panting heavily, he went to drag the creature to a safer spot. Bright blues looked back to make sure that his fellow packmate was with him.