Silvertip Mountain Scream to the gods that you have lost

Her pace lead Agana far from the Weald, once again on one of her ‘excursions’. The silver understood her need for freedom, and allowed her to roam the Teekons as much as she liked. Of course, she took full advantage of it. Even if the latest events discouraged her, the need to explore, to run was too great to be ignored.

And so, Agana found herself at the Silvertip once more. One of the first places she explored at her arrival. It did not held many memories from the present; her mind played a flashback, when her cousin, Hemera, was still her friend. She sighed and shook her head to press the memory back to where it came.

Climbing the mountain would be suicide; but the sudden air that filled her nose was.. strange. It signed the presence of another on this mountain. Dark thoughts rushed in her mind as she followed the same road she did not so long ago.

As she padded, her golden gaze spotted a wood-colored stranger. A sigh of releaf escaped her lips; the stranger was alright. Agana chuffed as she approached the wood-stranger, so she wouldn’t scare her.