Silvertip Mountain A fish that's learnt to fly

@Zaria @Steady @Mason

The winding dirt paths led her high into the mountain, it was a rocky place full of precarious ledges that looked as if they might crumble any minute. It held its own kind of beauty, a dangerous kind of beauty. Any moment you could walk out too far on one of said ledges and plummet to your death.

But Niita was unafraid. What did she have to fear at this point? Her family was gone, Kainan had banished her from her home, she had no one. Death no longer scared her, if she were meant to die then she would die. 

The border she smelt drew her attention, muzzle raising to scent the air. A pack resided nearby, one led by a female. Curious, Niita weaved through the leafless trees to stop a foot away from the border. 

She had missed pack life, missed the mundane things like small talk and sparring playfully. Perhaps she should give pack life another try...Niita made up her mind and howled to draw the attention of the pack. 

Settling down to wait, Niita lay down on the bare ground and hoped that she might make it into this pack.