Ouroboros Spine Her every thought, her only thought.

Maybe @Kukutux?

Ciri clearly remembered the day her family arrived at Moonspear. Her gaze had lifted sheepishly to look beyond her mother's shoulder at the proud snow-capped spire that reached for the clouds, and vividly recalled how small it made her feel. The mountain had been grander than any she'd ever seen in her young life: powerful, impenetrable. It was to become a home to her, she'd been told, yet the sight and size of it served only as a reminder of how small and insignificant she felt. She'd timidly lingered at her father's flank that morning, fearful of the unknown, but time and patience had begun to warm her to its heights.

Upon her return, she found it in ruins. Her family, lost. 

Gone.

The blackbird turned her face away at once, grief-stricken, biting back the tears that pricked her eyes and the sob that thickened her throat. Whatever had made the mountain fall could not have been survivable, though she held onto that tiny sliver of hope that her mother and sister may have escaped such a fate. Ciri made her way quietly back the way she'd come, back toward the land where she'd detected scents reminiscent of Moonspear's pack.

At the outskirts she lingered, numbed, and inhaled deep the strong aroma of a claim. The yearling canted her muzzle toward the treetops and released a mournful call, requesting the attention of anyone who might've made it out alive.