Frostfire Ridge blood

@Wintersbane

Whether she realized it or not, mountains were in her blood. For years she had traveled and always unintentionally gravitated towards the mountains for safety. Long legs provided her an ample grip on the hard surface and the cold was like a comforting blanket on her back. Stella could never deny the feeling that she longed for when it came to the beauty of being so high up. The Ridge was a unique summit, however. It's body seemed cross between hot and cold. One side reminescent of the cold down below and the other a raging temperature that would not bend nor break to the ill of the bite. 

It was in this that comfort could easily be found, for no peak ever seemed the same as the last. With her black and white head held high, shoulders rolled comfortably and she closed her eyes as she felt the strong breeze rush passed her. A gust of all kinds of scents swirled around her and she recognized many wolves had passed through and perhaps made their home nearby but as far as she could tell, this Ridge had not been claimed yet. That knowledge alone made her all the more comfortable standing there among the cordillera, exposed and at peace.