The Sunspire past lives

for @Akita

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Dusk approached, and she breathed deep the humid air.

She traveled from the covered thicket of forest she fancied and headed north. Slowly the trees thinned and gave way to more open expanses. But with it came a deeper slope. Her progress was not as quick and nimble as it had been weeks before her tangles with Creek wolves, but she bore it and let her muscles burn. If she let a little ache drag her down, there would be no returning to her former strength. And frankly, this sort of soreness was almost welcome after weathering so much of the injured kind of hurt. She pinned her ears and sought a bit more speed.

The mountain's spire loomed well overhead and her practiced paws took to the curving trail. She had a particular outcropping in mind, one that faced the sea that was far enough above the treeline to make for an ideal view of the territory and beyond. The dark female felt compelled, and certain that it was there that she needed to be.

Steadily she drew nearer to her goal. Meanwhile, on the distant horizon over the sea, thunder rumbled as thunderheads gathered.