Silvertip Mountain So now I just sit in silence.

all welcome <3 looking for some interactions for my aggie !
summary: some time after she arrived in teekon, agana is suddenly hit by nostalgia as she remembers her northern homeland and puphood, and decides to go on a short trip for stargazing.
time: evening; 2/09

The beige female took a stroll to the cliffs she spotted earlier, in hopes of clearing her mind. Nostalgia was present most of the time since she left, presenting itself at any given moment of her existence.
 
Agana kept a steady pace as her mind wandered away.. Agana. This was not her birth name, but a name she had given herself after all she endured back in the haven. They used to call her Malena; her tail twitched at the sound of that name. She had not used it in weeks — perhaps her mind had forgotten it for good. “Lena” was her nickname- her dear cousin, Hemera, used to call her like that a lot.
 
Back in the haven, Malena and Hemera were cousins and best friends. They did everything together; But something changed in Hemera- what exactly, she could not say. Her heart filled with hatred, and distanced herself from Lena.
 
But she was no longer in the uncharted norths. No, she was far away now, in a foreign land, hiding under a mask that was to be her new forever face. The female continued the rocky trail, walked by thousands of wolves before her. She glanced up as the sky changed color from cyan to an orange hue. The last rays of the sun reflected on her lean body, giving her the appearance of a fire wolf.
 
Night was slowly approaching, reminding her of the purpose of this trip: stargazing, her favourite activity in her puphood. Her yellow gaze spotted a large cliff to her right side, immediately heading towards it. The rock was warm from the sun, but as it gave its last breath for today, its surface slowly started to lose it. Slowly, she sat down close to the edge, admiring the view. It wasn’t that high, but it was good enough for her.
 
Her mind wandered once more to her family; ah, draga ei familie. That was all she could think about; suddenly, a low whisper came out her lips.

“Ce am făcut să merit o astfel de soartă?”