Silvertip Mountain by it's fire

A break in the heavy snows only meant one thing to Lane—getting her tail off this mountainside before it started snowing again. Clear skies also meant moonlight, which assisted Lane in this goal. She made steady progress. As her path down the mountain snaked along a bare cliffside, and the young woman slowed. A misstep at this point would be… well, Lane hated to even entertain the thought.

Moonlight spilled through the gap in the trees, luring Lane’s attention skyward. She was a down-to-earth girl if there ever was one, but even so, the majesty of the nighttime sky had a way of drawing her in. It appealed to something primal within her, sinking through the layers of her consciousness and lighting up the piece of her that was pure, wild wolf.

Lane was not alone in her admiration, but she had yet to realize that another had already claimed the cliffside she now approached. Lane drew nearer to the edge, the vast emptiness above her expanding with every step.