Nova Peak Via Infinita

@Relic’s departure really impacted the sense of stability so briefly restored by @Avicus’s return the month before. Masquerade quit the rise temporarily, stalking away to the neighboring peak. They found their favored sunning spot but instead of basking, they brooded.

Presently, clouds gathered in the late morning sky, very much suiting their gloomy mood. Masquerade tipped their ruddy face into a chilly wind that pressed against them, a northerly that carried faint scents of the sea. It smelled of rain too. Perhaps a cloudburst was making its way inland.

They were exposed here, so Masque pushed to their paws and began climbing downward to inspect the foot of the mount for places to shelter. They found an overhang just as cold raindrops started to fall. They curled up and watched the rainfall, eyes glazing as they fell deep into introspection.

When the shower passed, the Ulfr stepped out of their refuge, shook out their gray pelt and paused, chewing on a “shower thought.” After a moment, they arrived at a decision and raised their head, hoping the damp air would carry their voice well enough for @Mulherin to hear their summons.