Mount Everfall for when she wakes, she will move mountains

her paws were skilled at seeking the paths in the steep mountainside, for after spending one's life living within the ranges one simply ought to be. Her lithe form was athletic, well-built, and her endurance hardly flagged as the day went on and she moved along the rocks. Not once did she slip, sure in her ability, fogged chestnut orbs scanning over the mountainside with piercing focus.

the kill was made when the sun had just begun to kiss the horizon, a lemming. The meal was gone within minutes, and the winter demanded that she not waste a single morsel. But a month had pasted since she had struck out in search of whatever new adventures may befall her outside her band. They had been few, but she had loved them all feircely, and had made her leaving all the worst.

She had certainly grown leaner, harder, since leaving them, and though she was content with her life as a loner, she could hardly turn back now; for that would defeat the entire purpose of her outing. And hardly could she expect to reach them before winter set in. As the last of the lemming vanished in her jaws, she peered into the land beyond her with thoughtfulness. Strange now, yes, but perhaps her new home, one day.