Moonspear when someone leaves your life,

She had run out of tears to cry by the time she realized where she was going. It made her itch, to be in the lowlands like this.

So, while her brain drifted far away, she walked until she climbed.

Tullik stopped where she stood, paws barely pushing through the snow. It was cold, indifferent, the rocks as judgmental and silent as the day she had first saw them. It seemed, even away from the mountains that had tethered her soul, nothing changed. It was just as brutal and as beautiful as the last winter she had lived. The deathly silence did not drown out the low, distant wail that was ever present in her ears. The wind pushed at her form, it’s wailing just the same as the one she could hear in the deepest parts of her ear.

The girl took a little breath.

She was alone, here, and the shroud of grey only made the feeling invade the deepest parts of her. She made to step forward, only to pause.

The wind had been telling her something. A scent drifted from the distance. A claim. Here, on the mountain? 

Tullik stumbled forward. Maybe some of her people had gathered here. It was a hope she immediately shot down, killing it ruthlessly before it could take root. 

She was alone in this. Of that she was certain.

She paused on the edges of the claim, shivering not from the cold, unable to strangle out even the smallest of sounds.