Redtail Rise the right side of my neck still smells like you

this is dated for late april/early may! she's looking for her boy toy but AW >:D

the rise.
it wasn't all that hard to find, marked by steep, sharp mountaintops and miles of tundra. she'd passed through here before when moving to rivenwood, she thought, but she'd never come this close to a pack's land that wasn't her own.
not exactly the most experienced mountain climber, her muscles burn by the time she's tracked down the musky scent of her playmate, lungs tightened with the struggle. he'd be laughing at her if he could see her right now, fur tousled by the cut of the wind and devastatingly parched.
it's gonna be real awkward if i've got the wrong place, she mumbles to no one but herself, shuddering as she weaves between the needleleaf trees and watching as a pair of falcons swoop over her head. it was daunting, this place. it reminds her of how she felt the first time she arrived at rivenwood.
the border is strongly marked as if it were a giant flashing DO NOT ENTER sign. she second-guesses herself and nearly turns back at least twice; until she catches another note of the dark-faced boy on the breeze, and her stomach flutters with that same girlish, naive excitement. she lifts her head in a call for @Mulherin before she can think about it any longer, his name splintered between her high-pitched tune.