Nova Peak β

That answer comes at last in a voice filtering down from the hoodoo’s steep ravines. Snowfall warms along the mount’s eastern slopes, such is the thawing Ayovi wears upon her breast as she glances wild-eyed to Skorpa. She springs ahead, up the cloven footpaths, following the call to the mountain’s high seat.
Now she pushes from deep frozen drifts, raining in crystals out along a flat-topped summit where a single wolf waits. The huntress’ pace slows to a roll, eyes sweeping up over the woman then to the surroundings in anticipation of a pack— hope her currency still.
Ayovi settles all except an innocuous wave of tail, gentle eyes greeting the pale stranger where she stands black-lit by azure skies.