Nimbus Summit Kiss with a Fist

The journey to the summit had been difficult, to say the least. The rain continued to pour and while she didn't have to worry about swimming through any deep water, or avoiding a current, her main obstacle had been the thick, sticky mud that slowed her down and wore her muscles out. Once or twice, she'd had to really lean and pull to get one of her feet out, while she tried to keep the other three from sinking in, but it wasn't anything that concerned her terribly. She made it, and hadn't had any moments where she panicked, thinking that it'd be too hard for the kids to handle. She tried to see the journey mostly from their perspective- and found herself  feeling that they could make it- but it would be hard...And best done only if absolutely necessary. Forcing three kids through that much muck...And forcing her three kids through that much muck...Well, that'd be enough stress to last her about a decade or two. 

So when she reached the peak she knew she should spend a few hours resting for the journey back- but not before she did a bit of an inspection first. She knew that other creatures had likely been forced to go to higher ground, and that could mean other wolves, other packs, or other predators. Before she brought her family here, she'd need to scope out the territory first, and assess the potential risks it posed.

Well, this was miserable. The slope was slippery, and she was unprotected from the rain's onslaught for the most part as she wandered her way around the mountain's slope searching for signs of any other claims or predator signs. Too hard to find in this rain, anyway- and she hated the precarious footing. This would not be a suitable place to live, not if it was for more than a day or two. With little to no tree cover, she could see for miles, and wasn't sure that even prey animals had remained on the mountain. No- this would not do. 

But as she descended, she found herself catching sight of a glade- mostly hardwood trees from what she could see, so while she knew they would lose their leaves and bare their branches in the winter, for the present time, it would do. She sought shelter in the glads, spent the night in relative shelter, before she began the tiresome journey back to the Copse with her findings.