Silvertip Mountain Every scar will build my throne

Mara had been lying down, observing nature and listening to the sounds of other animals. She was excited for spring, knowing the land would be a lot more interesting to watch. A howl drew her away from her thoughts, it sounded urgent but nothing dire. She lifted herself from her comfortable position and followed the call. She was lead to the lake and saw an ivory figure not too far away, she determined that was who called for her. Upon getting a closer look, she realized it was Peak. Her tail began to wag and she picked up her pace to a quicker trott and barked happily. "You called?"