Ocean's Breath Plateau i'll be a stone, i'll be the hunter.

She considered his words momentarily, thinking back to her own previous homes throughout her youthful life. She had been born upon a mountain, though she held little memory of Nova Peak itself. There had been days when she had been younger that she dreamed of returning with her siblings – they could resurrect the pack once more and it could be much like the days it had been before Jade Fern Grove and the bears – before her parents had seemed to begin to hate each other.

But that thought had long gone now – Whittier was dead, Swift was blind, and now it was just her and Pasha, looking after Scimitar’s next attempt at a perfect family life.

“Have you given it a fair shot?” Her eyebrows lifted slightly, a teasing lilt lacing itself to her voice now as she wondered if he avoided it because of its unfamiliarity.. or if he was truly just a terrible swimmer.