Lone Star Mountain i'm coming ladies.

Time and time again had Eilonwy been awakened in the middle of the night by the raging clash of bighorns up the mountain and wondered what could be so strong to make such noise. She was curious, she knew of the Bighorn Sheep that reigned the rocky ridges, but she hadn't seen many up close. But she had never acted on her curiosity before.

She sat outside her frosted willow den, looking up the mountainside with big eyes and wonder. But she would have never even thought of trekking up its rocky way to see the creatures up close. It was then, after several minutes of distant observation that Orlaith's reddish hues came about in the distance, and she looked pretty determined to reach the top alone. She had only just met the fiery guard a few days ago and their interactions had barely gone anywhere, but she was now part of the court and as such, Eilonwy hoped they could be friends.

From her spot, and wagging her tail in a friendly manner she barked Where you goin'? though she was pretty sure she had the right idea about the fae's intentions. She hoped her dark coat wouldn't be hard to make out among that much snow, and anyway her sleeping spot would most likely be common knowledge by now so being mistaken was unlikely.