Silvertip Mountain Did you find something?

<3 Let the feels-trip begin! Also, in case my writing isn't clear, the wolf she's thinking of in the third paragraph isn't Sebastian... :)

Andalusia gripped the mountainside, and pebbles clattered down the sloping rock to disappear into the bushes far, far below. Wind tangled her silken fur, dirty and unwashed in the frenzy of her travel, and her eyes scanned the sprawling land before her. From her vantage, she could almost see the world. The brilliant sun brought the frothy ocean to life in the north, and to the east, the Plateau sent long shadows across the rolling flatlands bowed at its feet. Forests and fields wove themselves in an intricate patchwork, framed by the mountains and accented by trailing rivers and pockets of water. The sight was awesome - and yet she stared out with apathy, for her mind could not find a place within itself to draw in the beauty of what she could see. On the air lingered the fading echo of Sebastian's call, and she let the land settle to silence before she returned her voice with a single note and peeled away from the precipice to meet him.

She found him waiting on one of Silvertip's lower slopes, his face toward her. The thickening trees cut shadows against him, and accented the deep lines of his face. Sunken and worn, the father held the scent of neither Nova nor Pearl, and Andalusia felt the ache in her chest grow, and her thoughts trip back to a time before even Sebastian had known her.

Had he bent with the same exhaustion when she had slipped into the dawn? Had he looked for her in the same way Sebastian scored the earth for Pearl? The guilting questions had not left her, and only grew when she saw Sebastian, a shadow like he had been. The beams of sunlight that marred the path toward her friend warmed her fur, but every step made her paws feel like they had turned to stone. She failed to quiet her thoughts, and her head fell with a downcast shake of the only answer she could give.

No.