Sawtooth Spire lichtgebunden

She found herself alone once again on this silent mountain peak. wind whistled in her ear as the cold breeze would soon settle for the night upon the peaks. she had dug herself a den, though took to exploring sometimes when she felt restless. for a woman her age, you'd expect her to sleep just fine. yet, she would struggle to find her inner peace and would venture out in hope of something new and revealing.

the sun would slowly leave his throne and let his moon take to the sky, her light ever so faint during the day but overpowering at night in the most beautiful way. she still had daylight to kill, however, the sun was not dead. her journey around the land in a sort of mock border patrols became her daily strolls, with scenting here and there to provide a helping hand. she was not an aggressive woman nor easily provoked, but if one day gracious needed to, she'd die a hero to protect others.

her thoughts are stolen away, however, as she came across someone in her path. dark colored, like wintersbane, but not quite the same shade. a clean kill at his feet, already picked at. she had a feeling she interrupted his meal. she chuffed at him, though her ears fell back against her head in a slight manner. "i hope i am not interrupting your meal" she said sheepishly, trying to remember this one's name she was told before.