After many months of trials to strengthen her endurance to the cold. Finally on one day she stared down the mountain with the wind blowing through her mane. This was the day she would not turn back. Going as far as to remove all her safety precautions along the path. With everything set she charged the mountain with vigor and courage not to let the feeling of cold stop her. When the sun began to set all Tar'shal could think is reaching the top. Each step sinking into the deep snow she climbed that last few feet to reach the tops. All around her the winds blew before settling. With her loincloth no longer whipping in the breeze and being able to see she looked to the lit up night sky. The northern lights danced before her while just in what felt like reaching distance was the stars.