A Fox Tale

The Journey to New Lands

        The skies lighten as Fern slowly gains altitude by climbing the rock face of the mountain. With the dark rain clouds below him, the sky is clear, light blue, but with nothing in sight other than rocks and himself. The air is calm, cold, but also thinner. Climbing for an hour, he found himself approaching a flattened part of the mountainside, though no snow or ice lay anywhere on it. Venturing onto the platform, the clouds appear to be clearing on the other side, and another familiar forest lies within. The growing Forest was isolated at the base of the mountain. It's lush dark green leaves stood out amongst the plains which surrounded the forest. Fern observed the plains to be a slumbering, snow covered forest that had no vegetation. He sighs, then wonders about what he should do.
"If I head back now, I could return to the same spot...maybe try somewhere else...though I simply have the same view from up here as I did on Lookout point."
He thought about going back to the small area he once called home. Deciding to press forward, Fern slowly climbs down the steep rock face, entering the dark grey clouds he had once left before.