Moonspear pierce the sky

Thistle Cloud looked out at the mountain. It was pretty here she supposed. It was not ugly, though she missed the sea. She stood staring off into space, behind her the freshly dug patch of land that now housed her herbs and poultices and all of that. She rather enjoyed the cool air and moist dirt that the mountain boasted. She may actually be able to grow her own herbs. She had found quite by accident once that when a seed landed in the dirt and was wet it grew. So she thought perhaps she could try it here, once spring came.

She heard the howl and though she was still not thrilled about the move. She lifted her nose to the sky and howled in return. Then with a snort she turned around and lay to the ground with a loud plop. HEr head on her paws she looked out over the land below.