Boartusk Heights October skies

Maybe a @Paloma? 

The fledgeling's limbs had begun to refine themselves into proper, wolfish proportions by now; a far cry from the stubby-legged, mewling balls they had started out as. Nymphora itched to put herself to use, as wandering within palace hallways and lounging on the cliffs, knocking rocks onto the heads of the servents below had long since become mundane activities. 

Today, she found herself staring at the forests beyond their little enclave. From a perfect vantage, she looked over the rolling valleys and sprawlings woods, her paws flexed restlessly, nails scraped against the rock. She'd find the handmaiden as she walked by, and yip her bossy little inquiry, demanding of her attention before she was off to labour under another's command. 

When can we go out of the palace?