Moonspear Frozen here on the ladder of my life

Ten days in and Lele seemed to have found the place to her liking. It had taken time to get used to the elevation and she still got out of breath, while taking paths that led upwards. Stopping and turning around to see, how far she had walked, helped to get back on track again. Still after a lifetime of being a "crawler" (meaning those, who preferred to roam the flat side of the Earth) adjusting was neither fast, nor easy. 

After that first friendly banter on the borders with Argent Lele had not found the courage or confidence to approach other pack members. Another old habit that was harder to break than she had imagined. In her life as a nomad for the most part she had not relied on anyone and therefore even the need to communicate was hard to find. Even now it held true, except she had chosen to be in a pack, because she no longer wanted to live on the fringes of life. 

So, when she spotted a tall dark stranger carrying, what appeared to be a bouquet of antlers and twigs, she followed the fellow at a distance to see, where he ended up with the baggage. Only then did she address him with a: "What is that you are building?"