Horizon Ridge a lannister always pays their debts

there was comfort in climbing all the highest places, the familiar burn in her muscles after throwing herself forward for long enough, the quiet solitude at the top. it was the latter she sought, the haunch of a goat caught fast in her fangs. the prey was not hers, but unguarded, and she'd dulled the edge of her hunger before making off with what she could. 

she crested the ridge just as the wind curled over its edge, bringing with it the scent of the canine that stood a few meters away. it was foreign, untainted by any pack scent she knew, and she would have simply passed by should her abrupt appearance have been anything but noticable. instead, she resigned herself to the fact that her presence here was likely to have been noticed, and chuffed a greeting through the limb in her jaws.