The Sunspire don't call home

The mountain was quickly becoming home, and her paws had become used to rocky elevations once more. The ashen druid felt happy and connected to the earth beneath her, supported by it, and relished the opportunity to truly understand quite a spectacular part of it — in a way that could only be achieved through an investment of time, in a way her solitude and vagrancy had not let her. 

So, Olive wasted no time and set about in learning the Sunspire’s myriad of plants and fauna and mircoclimates. Here and there, she picked up seeds and specimens and to add to their garden. The garden she cultivated didn’t necessarily had medicinal value — rather, she gathered whichever seedling spoke to her, whispering of their need of her nurturing, and she loved them for enjoyment’s sake alone. 

Though she could not say that the weather was warmer, it certainly wasn’t winter any longer. It was evident in the fecundity of the earth — and of her — both of which delighted the tiny shewolf greatly. Olive found it easy to wake up in the morning, bright-eyed and ready to take on the world. So, she did! That day, for no reason in particular, the woman darted down the newly worn path that lay before her, moving at a rather fast clip, towards a destination unknown! Certainly one day she would remember the spire’s topography in its entirety, but for now she relished the familiar strangeness, and let nothing more than the earth’s energy to guide her movements. Her gaze quickly bounced about the landscape as it moved from background to foreground, attempting to assess the fauna and flora, but not truly committing this all to memory. It was just nice to move, and her fluid gait felt divine. 

It was not long before she happened upon a packmate; albeit, one she did not recognize. She was immediately stricken with curiosity and decided to lean into it. She slowed to a halt, coming up and around his side as to not surprise him. A chuff and a smile heralded her arrival, but that was it.