Ghost Lion Crag And the rain

ooc: 29th December

Following along the river had been a good idea. When Wraen had got out of the half-frozen bog, the sound of the rushing and flowing water had grown stronger and soon she had arrived to the source of it - a waterfall. Parts of had surrendered to the cold temperatures, creating beautiful ice formations, but here and there the creek and streams refused to give up and were still stubbornly running their course. It was a relief to drink the water instead of eating snow and it was joy to be here and imagine that perhaps she had been the first to discover this place. 

After a brief rest, Wraen had continued her journey, following the stream up North and eventually came to a valley that was surrounded by very tall cliffs. Though never much  of a geologist, the rocks here looked very similar to those she had encountered at Moonspear and this was a sign that perhaps she was nearing her home. Another lucky event happened an hour later, when she stumbled upon and scared a young mountain-lion, who had been about to begin his lunch. The cat hissed and scampered away, leaving Wraen a freshly killed hare. 

She wasted no time - having been famished for few days, she attacked the small white-coated creature and five minutes later there was nothing left of it. To be sure that there was nothing left, she spent some time, sniffing the snowy ground, but then lied down and began to groom her paws. It felt wonderful not to be hungry any longer.