You climb the mountain shivering madly. The cold crisp air brushed past you as you struggled to get to the plateau up ahead.You brush the snow off your coat and you finally reached the plateau... or what seemed like a plateau. It was nothing more then a large canyon, deep and wide with snow that glinted in the bright sunlight. The fluffy whisps of snow fell and caught in your hair as it feel. Visible tracks of some animals were seen. Mountain goats probably, heading towards the bottom, or the paw prints which suggest mountain lions or other large cats. The canyon was deep and seemed to have once had water held in it. The snow fell lightly and you wondered what was going to live here. A glinting plague caught your eye. It was hammered tightly into the side of the canyon. You brush away the rost and snow that clung to it and read the engraved letters upon the plague.
Traveller,
I see you found the Frosty Canyons. An amazing story is behind this amazing thing, but we have no time to tell, and no room on this tiny plague I'm using as a piece of paper. This canyon is a hopeful home of a Brayar Wolf. What is a Brayar Wolf you ask? Well, as I said before, no time and no room. I just wrote this to tell you not to bother anything in this sensible palce. It's balance of nature is easily destroyed. Have a good day and I hope you'll enjoy the amaing sights from up here. I certainly did.
-Rosline and Reve
The twins again, you thought and grinned. Looking around at the chilly palce. You step towards the edge of the 'plateau'. The view was amazing. The blue-grey morning sky brightened as the orange firey ball came over the horizen. The snow glistened more forcefully and you cover your eyes as the land below you began to awake. You take one last you and turn to go. You step carefully around the piles of snow and began to walk off to find other places other then the Forst Canyons.
You walk towards the other side.
