The Sunspire your story walks ahead of you

of course!

A piece of her was enchanted by the heights that towered above her, despite her paws being comfortable enough here below for now. Was she cut out to scale such places? To reach such lofty reaches? She was certain the highest she had ever gone was the plateau, when she and her twin had found the pack at the top of Blacktail all those moons ago, but these felt like a whole new, daunting spire.

However, one step at a time. She didn't even know what she might find at the bottom of the mountain, and probably best to scope that out first. It was already further up from the plains, a place she had never gone to, and alone, it was best not to get too far ahead of herself. Maybe if Spica was here beside her, it would be a different type of competition burning in her blood, one to see who might reach the top first.

Anyway, as her meander continued on the lower paths, it brought her closer to the stranger minding their own. Sight of anyone out here was enough to catch her eye, especially of contrasting pelage, and enough to send her aiming on over. Syrma sprang over a rocky patch, and trotted lightly on, her own presence well-revealed. Hey, hi, she chimed, swiftly noticing what this wolf was up to with a clutch of plants in jaw. Oh, do you know plant things too? she asked, gold eyes bright, though she kept a little distance once nearer--maybe a few lengths between them, juust in case.