Altar of Twilight And the doors all closing

The woman had found herself at the base of a mountain, passing through a thin valley. Oh, how she'd missed the steep slopes that held dangers, secrets, and beauty. If she could, she'd up and move Blackfeather Woods near the top of the highest peak, just so she could venture out before dawn every morning -- no matter the weather -- and watch the sunrise; either to a storm or quiet peace.

Inhaling deeply, the scent of that pack was stronger, hell one of their wolves have been here recently.
The wind was blowing softly, the frozen rain layered the ground and her coat. Fuck, she wasn't used to much snow and this was ridiculous. She'd experienced snow before on her mountain, but in small doses and she could easily avoid it. But here, she could not. As she traveled through the summer, she did not know how cold it would get. But hey, she had duties now and would not abandon; not for her own satisfaction.

The dim, afternoon sun struggled to brush its fingers through her short fur.
Looking up, her eyes glinted. Her sun-kissed gaze was just as dim as the one high above, but the frosty attribute shone and highlighted her rugged features. Her eyes searched for a path of sorts to start her ascent and kept moving; if only to stave off the cold trying to leech the warmth from her bones.