The rich, metallic taste of the wild salmon still lingered on my tongue as the final rays of the late afternoon sun began to bleed across the Alberta sky. The horizon was a violent cascade of deep crimsons, bruised purples, and melting gold, casting long, dramatic shadows over the churning basin beneath the waterfall.
The air had grown incredibly crisp as the mountain chill settled deeply into the ancient, jagged rocks, but the sheer, radiating heat emanating from Varg's massive form made the surrounding frost entirely irrelevant. He was a roaring furnace of pure, untamed dominance, and the biting mountain breeze only stoked the insatiable fire burning beneath his dark, heavy pelt.
