Waterfall of Frozen Blossoms

When the snow melts and as it runs down the mountains, it forms a small waterfall, which later connects to the River of Carved Stone. At this particular waterfall, there are beautiful cherry blossom trees and other small flowers. In the winter, the cherry blossom freeze, and at night they look like little stars, and when the waterfall freezes it forms giant icicles and is very lovely. Being the most gorgeous and one of the safest places, it's where the mate ceremonies are held for the clan.

((Sorry it's a little long, my first roleplay posts tend to have more length to them))

The shaggy furred male grunted distractedly as he pulled himself up on a rock to get a better view of the crystal wonderland. Surrounding him was snow that blanketed the scene in shining white that beautified the terrain. Even if it was cold to the bone, Twister appeared to enjoy the ice and he bounded from the boulder clumsily, shivering slightly as his cream paws met the frozen earth. Without thorough thought the brute began to limp briskly forward, setting a track in the snow behind him as he trotted unevenly. Suddenly Twist froze, his golden pools gazing in awe as a solid waterfall and cherry blossoms caught his eyes. "Wow...So beautiful..." He muttered to himself, stealing a last, lingering glance at the sight before gradually pulling his mesmerized eyes away. Twister forced himself to keep on walking with reluctance, but not before he caught the scent of a wolf. No, wolves. It was plural. A throaty growl slipped in realization as his fur arose on his back uneasily. Had he really stepped on another wolfs territory? Twister took in a deep breath, nearly chocking on the strong and obvious scents of territorial markings for this packs territory. His ears immediately were pinned against his dusty coated skull and his growl evaporated into the air, fading into forever silence. Now what? He'd been looking for a pack, but he never really expected to find one. Did he push forward? retreat? The male began grumbling to himself but his paws began moving unwillingly and he pressed forward at a limping gait, eyes glued on the invisible target in the distance, that would lead him straight to the pack.