Moonspear World is our playground

She could feel the sadness and nostalgia looming just out of view, constantly threatening to swoop in and knock her feet out from under her. To stave it off, Wildfire never stopped moving, never allowed an idle moment. She rose just before daybreak each morning and spent hours exploring the territory, trying to meet her pack members and do whatever she could to contribute. She went well past nightfall every evening, until she literally dropped from exhaustion. She dreamed sometimes, though she never remembered them. She never tried, just like she never looked back or stopped moving. If she did, everything might catch up to her and break her.

Feeling decidedly weary but in relatively good spirits, she spent this particular cold November day circling the mountain's base, trying to get familiar with the exact boundaries. The young she-wolf reached the furthest northern fringes of the territory overlooking Silverlight Terrace and paused, wondering where to go and what to do next. Before she could stop it, her mind wandered, due southeast of here to be exact. She thought of her parents' faces and her lip quivered.

Abruptly, Wildfire broke into a run. She blitzed west, into the uncharted hinterlands behind Moonspear, running as fast as she could... and then running even faster. Her heart felt like it might explode but she refused to slow down or stop as she curved back south to circle the mountain. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes but Wildfire told herself it was because of the cold air blowing past. Breathlessly, she reached the pack land's western base and began to climb, ignoring the screaming in her tired muscles and the burning in her lungs.