Moonspear with one's fate

She reveled in the scenery underfoot and the scent trails sprinkled across it. There was much to learn still, of the wolves and the mountain itself, and she greeted the challenged undaunted. After so many moons of feeling stagnate and oddly trapped in the wild open wilderness, she had wanted a change, and she had certainly received it. Now, once the settling was finished, she hoped they would be poised at the helm of something truly great.

Feeling determined, she then shifted her focus for the arrival of Aran. She whuffed softly as she closed distance between them to bump her muzzle against his shoulder in greeting. Then, poised with her head and waving tail up, she swung her muzzle towards the bottom of the nearest hills. She wanted the company but was feeling far too restless to loiter, so she hoped he would join her. The vaguest hints of a trail were underfoot, and she was feeling the undeniable urge to track it down.