An earthy home was found on the South side of the mountain, where she thought the sun might warm the earth and keep her doorstep free of ice in the winter. Simbelmyne had sought out a den for herself as she found the gales too cold and strong still; she'd likely never grown a winter coat as thick as the one she would need for this year, so she sought to protect herself from the sting of Autumn, while simultaneously hunting down food high in nutrition so that she might also grow to adapt to her new home.
Glades, evergreens and valleys were what she knew best. Places that smelled of moss and loam, of cedar and petrichor. She missed those scents, and found the mountain air refreshing but perhaps a bit sharp on the tip of her nose. In the evening, she could hear the shrill bugle of elk nearby, and listened with perked ears to the new songs that lulled her to sleep.
When she awoke the next morning, she stretched, and began to weave her way down toward the lowlands, in search of her first meal on the mountain.
Glades, evergreens and valleys were what she knew best. Places that smelled of moss and loam, of cedar and petrichor. She missed those scents, and found the mountain air refreshing but perhaps a bit sharp on the tip of her nose. In the evening, she could hear the shrill bugle of elk nearby, and listened with perked ears to the new songs that lulled her to sleep.
When she awoke the next morning, she stretched, and began to weave her way down toward the lowlands, in search of her first meal on the mountain.
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Wielding her cloak and sword - by Simbelmyne - October 05, 2023, 02:11 PM