Moonspear the light, the fight, the quiet.

Staring ahead, hungry to memorize this horizon's view, her thoughts churned and whirred into what felt like all directions to the introspective yearling. Somewhere along the way of it (being within the last few weeks) she had noticed how even simply breathing felt different now. She innately knew it was largely thanks to the mountain, but having this realization struck a deeper symbolism closer to her heart than even that. Times were changing, and she could not tell which direction they might swing in this soon. She so badly wanted this to be a good turning point for them, the small assortment of Roankru, but she felt ever further from their goals.

Then again, maybe it was because she had not yet learned to look at it in the right way. It was easier to overlook this necessary mend, and skip right to wanting what had been only theirs again, and how it had almost been able to grow. She was too young to feel so rooted in the past, she determined, then went sighing it off and feeling motivated enough to shake the idea entirely soon.

When she was no longer alone, it was first a twitch of an ear that alerted her, and soon the rest of her attentions came to the forefront. She stood, and turned, swallowing back the wary rise to her furs that she felt want to rise up as well.. but she was able to maintain some semblance of a facade while she set her sights on the young, moon-white girl. Hei, she whuffed back, deciding to muster her friendliness to help chase away her worries and wonderings. Have you been up here before? she asked, noticing right away where her companion's sights were going. She thought that seemed familiar, having been right there not so long ago.