I was [promised] a happy ending

[Kismet//Accalia]

and that [promise] was kept

The only sound was the wind blowing calmly along the mountains. Snow and debris blowing along with it. If one breathed in too deep, they're lungs could freeze, but yet the air tasted so clean. Though, the wind was calm now, usually it would be a dangerous place to be when it blew angrily and blinded those who got in its way. But today the wind whispered peace and prosperity ahead for the small group of wolves who traveled the mountains. Up ahead a few miles away, one could see a land a forest and rivers. When one looked back, they would see the large towering mountains where only the most agile wolves survived. She, no, they, the gang, had survived the journey and they were obviously going to have to make it the rest of the way. They were all powerful, and stood up to those who got in their way. They were going to find a new land in this area where so-called "packs" lived their lives. A bird, an eagle to be precise, landed on a tree branch and cawed out at the setting sun. Oh how the sun set so early on the mountains that it would take almost forever if you rested only when dark came, and since dark lasted almost three hours longer than light, it was a wonder. The eagle seemed like it was the only living thing, but when it cawed to the sunset, two white ears pricked out of the snow.

A large white wolf slunk from rock to rock, almost invisible as her coat blended easily with the snow. She was, no, she had to be very cautious of where she was going. She had been chosen to lead the gang to the "pack"lands and if she failed in her mission, the instigator, or alpha in regular language, would surely deal with her. She was supposed to know the way, anyways, she was the one who had mentioned about learning about a pack of wolves on the other side of the mountains. They did, luckily to her, find many other wolves on their journey through the mountains who pointed them in the right direction. How entire wolf packs, however, got over the mountains is a mystery to her. She knew they must've lost a few members through the cold. Suddenly, as she crept to another rock, a large brown and black wolf jumped in her way. He had three scars on his right side and three on his left. One thing that stood out from this wolf was the strange white spade-looking mark on his forehead. "Why do you keep slowing down," he snarled. The she-wolf bowed slightly and said, "I'm just being cautious. We're approaching closer and closer to the end of the mountains and who knows if there are pack wolves up here." The brute glared at her for a moment, still slightly angry. He then looked behind her, looking around his gang. "Fine, but we have no time to waste."

The tired yet determined she-wolf calmly listened to her leader and padded onwards. She was getting thirsty now, they had walked for a full day already without water. Not that she expected to find water on a mountain where winter was all year round. Though, she was lucky enough to find food from the occasional bear or Dall sheep. If there was one good thing, even though her and the gang were on the mountain for almost a month, it had already carved a strong figure out of her, both physically and mentally. She had been powerful before, but now she felt like she had muscles of steel, and she was so used to going on without water or food, she rarely complained anymore. Though, secretly, she was glad the end of the journey was almost near and hoped the leader would let them rest for awhile. And then they could get to the fun part, causing havoc for the wolf packs. She gulped with excitement, but her mouth was dried out from the lack of water and from the wind. She shivered as the burn of thirstiness ran through her throat. Now her hopes went up higher, hoping they would be able to make it across the last mountain before sunrise. She suddenly tripped over a flat rock covered by snow. Looking back at it, she saw scratch marks and chuckled. The grave of a dead wolf, pack wolf most likely. They can't survive nothin'. Stretching after the trip, her bones cracked with cold and weariness, yet her muscles had the strength to keep on going. Thinking quickly, she looked back and looked around, knowing Spade would be somewhere close by, if not Spade, some other higher ranking from the gang. Maybe if I rest for just a little bit, no one will notice...

[Sivoncé™]

AT LAST the mountain terra underpaw was giving away to some sort of promise on the horizon; their destination was lodged on the descending skyline, aka home of the settled "pack wolves". The whole bit of it seemed completely unnatural, an abomination to the lupine breed. What kind of wolves ever settled with what they were given? The truer version of their race always deserved more. Always.

Weaving through the snow-pelted landscape, Solitaire maintained her distance from their frail guide, loping along as a leisurely pace several yards to her left. She blended nearly perfectly with their surroundings, her lean bodice moving with the rugged crests of the land. The sharpened brown of her eyes lay on the path ahead, a small smirk forming on her maw. We chose well on this one. It would seem she led us to the right place.

She cast a glance over her shoulder, eyes sweeping the terra for her fellow gang members. She wanted to sense their feelings; excitement wasn't quite sizzling in the air, but electric anticipation was. She swiped a pink tongue across her paw, the shredded bits of her ears fluttering idly in the wind. Damn ears. Can't hear for shit! Ah, well then, at least I got these suckers.... She poured her commanding vision across the scenery, tail held streamlined with the prowling likeness of her body.

[♫Flisk♫]

Thick wolf fur ruffled as Jack stalked after his comrades through the blistery weather, eyes set straight ahead, maw opening and closing with unsaid thoughts. At the moment, Jack believed that his paws had frozen, thawed while resting, and then completely froze over once again as they had continued walking. He shook his head, disgust rippling across his features. How long would they be walking?

Cracking his head with a tough grunt, Jack, second in command, traced someone's pawprints, sticking his paws in the tracks before him. He stifled a shiver and wondered what it would be like to sunbathe on a nice, warm rock. The thought intrigued him, causing him to dream for it with every bitter step he took. With a snuffle, he decided to head up to his leader, Spade.

He sped up his pace quickly, raising his brow lightly. Falling in step with the toughie who was his leader, Jack stretched his back paws as he walked and then suddenly spoke.

"When, Spade, do you believe we are actually going to get there? And that is, if we don't freeze."

His teeth showed when he spoke, ivory and sparkling, sharp and dangerous. This was Jack, second in command and not about to lose it.

[Kismet//Accalia]

Dice sat down on the edge of a large cliff, sneezing away the ice crystals that had formed around her nose. Scents of loners were becoming more recent, so it was obvious pack wolves weren't the only ones went across the mountain. But were these lone wolves she smelled going to the packs. It amazed her so much, though, that soon enough, just a few more steps they'd be in their new home. Sometimes she just felt like getting up and darting off down the mountain, but that was dangerous panting in this cold air. Sensing more gang members were coming, she stood back up and started to slowly pick her way down the ridge. She suddenly stepped wrong on a rock and when tumbling a yard down onto another ridge. She flinched as she struggled up, a sharp-edged boulder having cut open a deep gash onto her shoulder. She stood up straight, though, a touch wolf whose pain went away as fast as it came. Stop fooling around, everyone's counting on you. Only a few miles left...

"We'll get there when we get there," Spade answered Jack as they walked along. "Hah, you're scared of freezing? There's much worse things to be scared of than freezing. Just keep your mind concentrated on getting to these pack lands and we'll be alright." All Spade himself could really think of was being able to have his first raiding party over the land. Who knows what these pack wolves had, they had settled in one area for a reason, right? They had raided other wolf terras in the past, but this time would be much more fun since they, supposedly, had acres and acres of endless packlands to raid. They could steal prey, kidnap pups to be future bouncers, if they were lucky enough, even take some terra for their own. But of course, these expectations were high over the heads of most wolves, but for Spade, it was either he accomplishes his dreams, or he suicides. No point in living if you don't have a dream. He had great pride in his gang, of course, but even greater pride in himself for being able to come this far with it.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Now I know: Hell is snow.
Chalk smears obscured sections of vision as Roulette plodded onward, a shiver itching at the base of her spine. But there was release. A seal of sleet stiffened her eyelids and tensed the muscles in her legs, and yet she was calm. Caustic swirls of arctic breeze that had once ripped through the air, malignant as vengeful spirits, now lay dormant in the thrill of the downward slope.
The phrase ‘we’re almost there’ foamed from their maws as honey.
I can see the forest. Hallelujah, praise the lord, et cetera, et cetera—the feeling’s returning to my toes already.
Roulette, sporting a thin, southern coat of charcoal and rich chestnut, quickened her pace—only to frown, dismayed, when Dice stumbled. Twice.
Slipping into pursuit of their fallen guide, Roulette appeared just to the right of Dice, locking into a simple, yet eerily silent, stare.
“If possible, try to stay upright… at least until we get there.” Her tone wasn’t exactly mocking— actually, it was more serious than anything else.
The sooner we get there, the sooner we get out of the cold… and the sooner we get started with the fun and games. The corners of her maw contracted in a subtle twitch. I love games.

[Sivoncé™]

Here we go.
The remainder of her companions slid into view. She changed course to lope alongside them, though she kept her eyes trained suspiciously on Dice. Don't slip up now. Almost there. She flashed from the evergreen forest tips to the struggling form of their guide, eyes flickering with the sharpness of a hawk.
A small smirk appeared on her maw; the camaraderie of the group remained strong. She padded through the hateful tundra next to Roulette, ice crystals crunching underpaw. She visualized the forest -- so near, so far -- underpaw instead. I wonder how it feels....soft? Her tongue hung shamelessly from the side of her mouth. She sniffed the air sharply, relishing the musty scent that reached them faintly from the woodlands.
"My dead grandfather walks faster than this," she hissed under her breath. "Oi! Just think, the faster we walk, the warmer we get," she barked at Dice. Her impatience with the journey was in check, but as she continually checked Dice with her monitoring stare, her patience with their guide dwindled.

[SaveAWolfxSaveALife]

(I may take a while to rp here. I have A LOT of catching up to do...) :/