Horizon Ridge The curse of much knowledge is often indecision.

For Constantine! Sorry this is so shit, I keep getting distracted at work.   xD

When she decided that there was no point in running around the Teekon chasing ghosts, Durnehviir ventured towards the coast where she'd promised to seek out Constantine. With literally nothing to assist her in the search for her mother and brothers, the tawny Frostfur gave herself permission to follow her heart North. Her swarthy companion had spoke of building something for himself, a pack by the sea, and Durnehviir had promised to find him there. Truthfully, she didn't know what to expect - unknown to her, her own mother had once made the mistake of trusting someone who'd drawn her in with his charm but turned out to be unnecessarily cruel.

Trying to find a good viewpoint, Durnehviir pulled herself onto what she assumed was to be a plateau, but found the rock shattered and unstable. She tread carefully, testing areas here and there with the tips if her toes, and she kept her distance from the cliff edge. Champagne eyes looked over the vast, seemingly never-ending sea before her: the sunset sky was a gradient of hot reds, pinks and oranges, littered with lilac clouds. Durnehviir inhaled deeply the scent of salt, which reminded her of the night she'd spent safely in Constantine's embrace. She rose her muzzle then and howled, an announcement to let him know she was searching and where he could find her if he still wished for her presence. 

Backing away from the unstable, broken ridge until she was a more comfortable distance away, the tawny beauty turned around carefully and began to head for more secure ground.