The Sunspire spire of might with a row of stars

Her legs move, and burn, but they move. They keep her forward and she ignores the splintering feeling developing in her toes. It only worsens once she finds herself on a mountainous and rocky terrain, harder on her paws and each step becomes an internal and continuous scream. Hurt, hurt, hurt. 

Hiisi grinds her teeth together, slowing her gait to a stop that almost immediately, brings belief flooding her body. The sudden tsunami of a wave over her muscles remind her to pick up again, to keep walking, and as she takes the next step she freezes. The waft of another prevents her next step, taking in it to find it unfamiliar, and she relishes in that short lived relief. 

Sunken deep green eyes turn until she sees the other wolf, light in color that should be familiar but doesn’t, and makes her way to him. The distance takes a lot longer than she anticipates, each step burning her splintered bones, but she cuffs when she’s within earshot.