Little Goat Mountain Lost

Lost. 

The aging wolf couldnt remember back far enough to when she had felt such unease, had felt such loneliness. Even when her mate had gone, even when her only surviving child had been sacrificed, the crone had not felt such an utter hopelessness as she had felt now. 

The home which she had lived nearly all her life had been destroyed. Everyone she knew having been gone to her. Even her God, now, was gone. 

Yet despite the wear and tear of time, the wolf pressed on, determined to reunite herself with her family. It would be a hard journey. A long journey. But a necessary one if she were to survive, if she were to ensure her family survived. 

So through the heavy rains she pressed on, her path leading her to the foothills of a great mountain chain stretching out northward as far as she could see. Odessa knew herself better enough then to try to scale them though was lucky enough this part here held much gentler, green rolling slopes. And so began searching for a path through.