As the threesome trudged up the mountainside, Willow's blood made a steady crimson trail on the path. Fyra didn't notice it, and was instead drawn to the intense beauty. She had never been this far up the mountain; although Willow had told her about it, along with detailed instructions on how to get there, it was as different as black and white. Willow's description had made the place seem like just a random mountain among others just like it, but in reality it was heavenly. Slate gray mountains with blinding white snow-caps touched the vibrant blue sky at the end of an expanse of bright green grasses and vast taiga.
"Is this it?" Echo asked Cody softly, looking back at the he-wolf with gentle amber eyes.