Adopted on 13/06/26In training
The wind whipped through the air, penetrating the young lupe's fur.
The frost felt like daggers in his throat with every breath he inhaled as he struggled across the land.
It seemed like he'd been out here forever, scavenging the remote, barren and frozen landscape.
Without stopping, the young brute continued along the frozen lake, his claws gripping the ice with every forced step.
When would this journey be over?
Shivering, Jahz lifted his muzzle toward the dark evening sky, watching as the brilliant colours of the northern lights danced upon the ice.
It wouldn't be until early morning that he'd reach the peak of Terror Mountain, but for the moment, he caught himself in a trance while staring at the stars.
Quick sketch that I did!