Atchmon fell to the ground as they reached the base of the rocky set of stairs, the pair looked up to see the White wolf climbing over the ledge above the fallen bridge, before moving to stand in their path at the top of the stairs; all the while never taking his cold, icy-blue eyes off them. The wolf's gaze was piercing, and Rarity could swear the Dire wolf's icy-blue eyes were glowing in the pitch black of its dirty face. 