Silvertip Mountain Moving On From The Past

Spring jumped up startled, vision black for a second then slowly began to return.  She sighed realizing that it had only been a dream.  She shivered remembering it, but closed that thought off for now.  Not wanting to think of all the horrible things that had been involved.  Parts of the dream were memories though, memories of her past she wanted to burry forever.  She shook her head clearing her thoughts then padded forward through the dense forest she had enter the previous day.  But now everything seemed threatening and cruel as if it were going to suffocate her.  As trees loomed above her creating dense shadows.  And then underbrush squeezed her pelt, brambles snagging it.  She continued on.



About one hour passed, before the trees opened up and Spring escaped their lurking shadows.  She trotted out quickly.  Then stopped.  She scented a pack.  She scented the air again.  Yes... their was a pack here.  She shuffled her paws nervously, but stayed at the edge of the border.  Unsure of what to do.  She waited, sat.  Debating in her mind.  




The scent of bull elk caught Springs attention and she momentarily forgot all about borders.  She turned away from the border nose to the ground, quickly finding the bull she stealthily crept towards it.  Silent.  Spring moved in closer, when she heard a snap beneath her paws.  She looked down startled, noticing she had stepped on a twig and snapped it in half.  When Spring looked back up the bull elk was fleeing.  She chased after it, having not eatten in about five days.  Then she crossed the border unknowingly.  As she crossed the border line of Silvertip Mountain pursuing the bull elk.