Moonspear on the steel breeze

Purposefully, she guided her path towards a small meadow that edged in an outcropping with the long bone of a bighorn sheep's femur clamped between her jaws. Today her intentions were simple: a step back for just a moment, and a deep breath to go with it. She'd practically engraved her pawprints into the borderlands already this morning and without other interests pulling at her, it seemed like as good of a choice as any.

She hiked up the last stretch then moved to the nearest edge. There, she settled onto her haunches and left the bone at her forepaws for now.

Her sights were pulled skyward towards the cloudy skies. It was easy to do so up here just above the main treeline of the mountain. Even further up would have been better for watching the weather roll in, but, this worked. She didn't want to remove herself that far from the pack's happenings for today, after all.

The longer she waited, the cloudier it seemed to become. And, with a brisk chill on the wind, she was beginning to suspect snow tonight. Or at the very least, an icy rain.. which was all the more reason not to go much higher in elevation. None of which she was particularly enthused about, save for wondering how accurate her predictions may turn out to be.

Ame sighed to herself and chewed aimlessly at the bone while admittedly, her thoughts drifted to warmer days of springtime. She wanted to see the Spear in full bloom.

possibly a meteorologist thread. maybe.