Moonspear the night's watch

Ever climbing the mountain’s peaks, surveying the land as it seemed to unfold before her, little stopped the Ostrega; she wished to find her place within the family, the pack, once more but, still, she knew she would always value these times alone—the heights, the wind rushing by, the teasing allure of the clouds. It held her attention, demanded it, stolen away only by the voice of her elder sister. And when she proclaimed her pride, Yama could not hold back her own voice from joining in; a song carried by the breeze, doused in the joy she felt for having been born into such a place.