Ghost Lion Crag hawkmoon

AW

it gave arunik'ra no pleasure to be so far from malkaria's realm, but she had a purpose. as of late she had found herself immersed in nausea, and had taken to the high steppes to find slippery elm to restore both her vigor and mood.

the narrow she-wolf, her belly banded and girthed by the squirming masses in her stomach, was still surprisingly agile given her condition. she kept to the rakish foot-path that carved up the crag, her eyes trained skyward -- she hoped that the mesa ahead would have red elm in spades, but having never reached the summit, had no idea if her goal was obtainable.