Duck Lake cloud shadows on the mountain and our shadow on the mountainside

for @Zephyr -- other tags for reference

She supposed the only way to go was North. It called to her with the winter winds and she wondered if Gleipnir was beckoned by it to. She knew not what waited them up there. All her life had been spent in southern regions. Tucked into trees that fell, caves that carried secrets she would never know, a meadow that had welcomed them with cold arms. None of it was like the places she had found here.

Especially the large lake that spread across the land. On the western end laid a forest of aspens. She wished to know what she might find there. So she roughly explained to @Gleipnir that she would return to him soon, that she was off to the woods. She would find him again soon enough if he did not trail behind her.

It was there that she would find an unknown, mysterious scent. Content to trail after it until she either lost it, stumbled upon them, or found herself in need of retreating to her companion. She knew not whether the scent was prey or predator though. Perhaps even one of their own.