Moonspear Lionhearted

It was with care that the she wolf climbed the higher reaches of the mountain. She took her steps with care, careful not to tread wrong and fall to her death. The top parts of the mountain, the higher places she did not like. However, she felt off not exploring them. So with trepidation, but also determination in her heart she traveled upwards, anxious and exhilarated all at once. The stubborn she wolf had done her best to always come out on the top of things, to always know what was going on. This was no different. If she wanted herself back, her life she had to work hard for it.

It was as she walked that Thistle smelled another, a new wolf that held her son Floki's smell about her. This wolf must be his friend. She chuffed quietly, to let her know she was there and continued upwards, finally stopping to study her and say hello.