Moonspear Dreamcatcher

Since her interest in patrolling the borders was a bored lukewarm at best, she'd left them to be handled by the guys today instead and aimed herself upward. Now that spring's hints were more and more clear, she couldn't deny herself learning the uppermost elevations even better. Even she, someone who did like the pinnacles and the dizzying heights, had somewhat stayed away considering the wintertime; she'd go up, but not that far up very often.

Elevation thinned the air more as she hiked steadily up and up towards the highest peaks she did know the paths of. Eventually, she planned to deviate and just see where else the mountain would even let her go without much resistance. As the landscape dictated, she was ever-mindful of just where her paws may find purchase and the more she traveled, the more she reveled in the distinct burn in her muscles from navigating the terrains here beneath the rising sun. That made the trip worthwhile in one way already.

So for a while, she picked along until Wildfire's scent lingering on the stone pathways caught her off guard. She opted to casually track it, just feeling nosy enough to see where the yearling had been up here. It eventually lends her a strengthening lead onto a curious little piece of the mountain, with Wildfire included.

Ame chuffs a quiet greeting to the red hunter and considers briefly if she may be intruding on something more than just rest (what that could be, she couldn't say), but her focus is drawn to the tree as her paws pull her closer.