They call me Grace

@Ashton

Mara had set out early that morning, determined to find the absolute highest point of the Silvertip Mountains. She climbed high under the dark trees shielding her from the ever so slightly glowing morning sky that promised a good sunrise. She used to do that with her sister back home.

The memories of those few and far days with her sister made her smile and cry at the same time. She remembered they would wake up before anyone else and rush out, climbing one of the highest peaks where they would sit and wait for the sunset. Together they had watched the oranges and pinks and purples fill the previously dark, star filled sky. Her sister had died a few weeks before Mara had been banished, her life smothered by a pile of snow from an avalanche.

Mara had been so lost in thought that she hadn't even noticed that she had reached the top, a rocky expanse from which you could see all around. The red footed she-wolf stepped onto a rock sheet that stuck out from a hill, a good 6 feet above the ground. Being the graceful wolf that she was her front paw slipped on a bunch of loose pebbles and flew of the edge, dragging the rest of her with it. She landed on her butt on the small rockslide below the outcrop and skidded the next few feet till she landed with a thud on the grass below it, her legs spread out all around her and her head resting flat on the ground. It would have been a comfortable position if she hadn't just fallen 6 feet to get there and had a sharp rock stabbing her belly fur.