Morningside Cuesta traveled a million miles too far

Kasatka had left the remainder of her family with a bit of a heavy heart. She loved and adored them all, but something bid her to move on. So she dispersed (though not without saying goodbye) and traveled; the young Corten found that perhaps what she had missed was traveling, and sight-seeing. Where her wanderlust came from she could not say, but every step away made her heart feel a little bit lighter. For a large portion of her travels, all had been well; the hare-footed youth was adept at catching smaller prey, and lucky to come across old pack kills that had not yet found their expiry date. There was no competition for her in those early days; bears had retired, and she ate with the crows. 

She could not say when she realized where it was she was headed, only that the epiphany came and went. Oh, was all that she thought to herself, smiling a little. There was nothing else for her to do but to keep going, and so she did just that. 

Kasatka arrived to the Valley one fine morning; the snow fell in droves, but it was no deterrent to any able-bodied wolf. The pale-furred yearling moved at a slow trot, her eventual destination the plains. But one misstep sent Kasatka in a spiralling descent; she had not expected the pitfall, and with a yelp down she tumbled. By the time she realized what had just happened, it was over, and she was no worse for wear (with the exception of a few bruises and her smarting pride); with a quiet ahem, she gathered herself and rose to a stand, covered in snow. Shaking out her furs and ridding herself of only a small portion of it, she squinted ahead to make sure her path did not have any other surprises in store for her.