Shadow Mountain i've got fire in my soul

Wasn't sure if she was praying silently or out loud, so took some liberties.

The young man found it easy to keep up his pace on the mountainside. He wasn't driven to exhaustion by the altitude, nor did he find the rugged terrain all that difficult for his body to handle. It was curious, but he had long since abandoned hope that the mountains were his home. Larus couldn't recall anything about these mountains in particular so he opted to just keep going, and he held a desperate hope that answers would follow. Perhaps over the next ridge, or the next, or across the entire range - maybe in the valley below, but he had no idea what drew him this way to begin with.

Soon enough he thought he heard the sound of a voice on the wind - he paused in his stalking, peering around until he caught sight of a bird beyond the trees. It was soaring above them and calling out in shrieks, and soon was gone. The sound penetrated the treeline and made him feel quite uneasy - but nothing came of it. The bird went on its way, the calls dimming. After that Larus was mindful of the time. The birds of the forest had grown quiet since the passing of the hawk, eagle, whatever it was - and then there was yet another voice. It was different, because it was most assuredly a wolf, and instantly Larus sought the source.

Perhaps this stranger would have answers for him? Maybe they knew of him, or from where he came — he was giddy with the thought, and almost overtook her position along a narrow ridge without thinking. He would have passed her by entirely had the light been fully dimmed, but with the aid of the setting sun he caught her silhouette as she stared at the sky. The tail end of her prayer caught in his ears and he, suddenly feeling incredibly awkward for invading her space during this moment, took a step back and chuffed a soft, oh, um, sorry.