Mount Apikuni a lonely lover's charm

She wouldn't be back to the Sunspire anytime soon having been thoroughly chased away by one of the pack wolves devoted enough to fulfill their duty of patrolling the borders. In the end, that had been her fault entirely, but even that knowledge did not console Kipling's frustration. After all, most didn't willingly accept punishment, unless they were a rare noble breed of wolf. She certainly wasn't noble, but she could count herself as lucky.

Despite the annoying sting the wound brought, Kipling was aware it could have been a lot worse. She managed to get out with just a light crunch in her hock, which irritated her when walking but otherwise functioned well enough that she could put her weight down with ease. Had that not been the case, she wasn't too sure she would've made it down and out of Sunspire's slopes at all.

Now she found herself on the edge of a different slope, and though the scent of other wolves were abundant she doubted this place had any claim. As she saw it, it was way too close to Swiftcurrent (which she could see from this height) to house any group of wolves without causing severe tension. Little did she know that been the same issue plaguing Sunspire. Being oblivious had it's advantages though, such as spending her time and thoughts on other things.

Like watching the sunrise over the Wilds.