Luneshale Pass another odyssey

@Samirseti

the brazen pass stretched wide and unforgiving, its jagged peaks clawing at the gray sky. the air here was thin, sharp, and cold—a fitting companion to the silence saya sought. she moved through the rough terrain with a practiced ease, her lean frame navigating the rocky crags and uneven paths without hesitation.

she scanned the horizon, not for prey or foe but for space. space to think, to breathe, to exist without the constant pull of expectation or intrigue. the pass offered her that—a quiet reprieve from the tangled webs she so often spun.

the wind whipped through her dark fur, carrying with it the faint scent of distant snow. saya paused atop a narrow ridge, her sharp gaze sweeping over the barren landscape. the solitude here was profound, almost suffocating, but she welcomed it like an old friend. she lowered herself to her haunches, her tail curling loosely around her as she stared out into the vast expanse.

here, in the heart of the brazen pass, she could be just herself—no masks, no games, no pretense. just saya. and for now, that was enough.