Nova Peak the journeys start

How many miles had she traveled? Sunday had not thought to count.

One day, the sun had risen, and she felt the call to go. There was no reason for it; Sunday Morning had known peace her whole life, and love as well. Life with her brothers and sisters, her mother and her father, had never been monotonous to her. This pull was new, but one that she could not ignore. Sunday had seen at least two of her brothers go, and knew it was not wrong to though she had always wondered why. Now, Sunday had her answer.

She had begun this journey at the beginning of Spring. By the time Sunday Morning began her ascent upon the burnt face of Nova Peak the day prior, Summer had just begun and her winter furs had blown out. Far leaner than she had ever been, Sunday Morning felt the sharp edge of hunger within her gut. She was not yet uncomfortable from it, but just before she began her downward climb Sunday sampled the wind to see if there was any sign of something she could either hunt or scavenge. Nothing close, she deduced, except for a rainstorm.

Her eyes landed upon the forest far below, a grotto; perhaps something could be found there. And so she pressed on, picking her way downward ever so slowly.