Cerulean Cape winterlied

After Maia left the rude boy well behind her, she wracked her brain trying to remember where her parents had told her Moonspear was.  She hadn't been about to ask him, after all.  But she couldn't.  It was a mountain, right?!  How hard could it be to find?

Apparently very hard, because somehow the DiSarinno girl skipped right on by and kept north, actually hitting the Silvertip peak instead.  When she saw it, her excitement grew; his had to be it! But there was no pack there.  Either this was the wrong mountain or her mom's old friends were gone.

Fudge.  She wasn't sure what to do or where to go next.  These wilds were unfamiliar and confusing, and finding her family here was turning out to be worse than a needle in a haystack.  She was now trotting along the coast, her large paws sinking somewhat uncomfortably in the unfamiliar sand, but enchanted by the distant ocean.  Her da had told her about all this, but she hadn't thought to see it.  Was she near their old packsite?

Then she spotted him and was instantly distracted.  "Oh, oh!! You!"  She called out rather loudly, likely shattering whatever thought process he was in at he moment rather jarringly.  Please be someone who knows something about this place, she silently begged.