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The Tarin Mountains lie to the north of the Calith Plains, seperated by only a low range of foothills. During the winter these mountains are impassable, except by the stronger flying creatures and the inhabitants of the mountains. In the very depths of winter, no creature without the capacity for flight can travel in the ranges. There are three small towns that are known to exist in these mountains, though ancient texts hint at more. These towns are Tyrnat, Gylindith, and Ranhein, in order of decreasing population.

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Current Conditions: Snowed in. In these harsh, tall, mountains, only the magical Snow Cats and a few rodents under the snow can travel. If it snows much more, even they will be trapped in their dens.

For some reason, the winds were faster and more chaotic at the lower elevations Windstar was now passing through. She landed - more like crashed, but she survived, for the most part unharmed - and walked into the town.

Solana floated over to the door, still in her origional sitting position, it was cery easy to use her wings to propel herself across the cave, for the cave opening was at just the right angle to hide from most of the winds.

She hovered about waiting to see if the stranger would come over. In a moment or two Solana was sure she would be in the Lady's view.

sorry... i went back and fixed it. thanks for telling me!

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Fox stumbled across the banks of snow. It seemed like the snow storm would never let up. Her food supplies were running low, only a loaf of bread and a small chunk of meat. She didn't worry about water, she'd only have to melt the snow. Unfortunatly, she had difficulty finding animals to hunt. They all seemed to be taking shelter from the storm.
"That's what I need right now, but where will I find-" She stopped muttering to herself when she noticed a cave. "Thank god." Fox hurried over to it as fast as she could. Due to fatigue, she collapsed on the floor asleep immediatly.

He shook the snow from his mane as he got up from a crouched position underneath an outcrop of stone. He didn't like the cold very much.. the repitilian parts of him were making him feel weak and starving for sunlight. He let out a soft breath that condensed and flew away as he stepped out onto the rocks then managed to scramble onto the outcropping of rocks.. The snow was light, so he could see quite a bit of Gantarin... The inn and the shoreline, he wondered if he could swim to someplace warmer, or if the whole damn place was this cold.. Without a second thought he went racing down towards the shore.

Fox slowly opened her eyes to the blinding light reflecting off the snow. At first she didn't realise where she was, but remembered finding the cave at the last moment the previous night. She brushed off the small layer of snow that fell on her during the night when the wind blew it in. She was cold and started to hug herself, trying to get warmer.

Fox quickly decided to start a fire. Slowly she stood up and left the cave. Fox began hunting for dry wood, if there was any in this snow. Her growling stomach made her pick up the pace.

He approached more carefully now, wondering if she was human, but couldn't smell humanity on her. He shook his enormous winter mane of snow and snapped his hooves down against the rocks... Making thunderous echoes as a warning, and a greeting... Then he came up to her and looked her over curiously, sniffing at her hair.