Whitebark Stream it is my fate to be between heaven and earth

Having the set back in her search didn’t get Thuringwethil down too much. It is only a detour and getting to know her surroundings would benefit her in the long run. Even if she needed to determine she might want to stay, she would eventually be out here for other reasons to settle. If the territories around her new home would not benefit the her growth, she would need to find something better. The mountain is not unfamiliar to her feet, either, having been born on the mountain side and spending most of her life living on a rocky terrain. 

She would make her way around, not minding the detour she'd been forced into.

The stream is mostly frozen over when she approaches, lowering her nose and licking the wet ice. A crack in the new cover is enough weakness for Thuringwethil to break it, letting the stagnant water below free. She drinks, the cold water felt all the way down, before she begins her trek along the waterside. Thuringwethil lifts her head as the wind picks up, just slightly, and a new flurry of flakes cover her dark fur and even shaking out her fur does little to clear it away.