Nocturne Summit stardust

counting this toward a scout trade!
aw btw <3

The wind here had teeth.
It swept across the broad, dark summit like a breath held by the mountains, slipping over the stones in cold, patient sighs. Though spring reigned beyond the peaks, the sun had never claimed them; its touch was blocked by the towering crowns encircling the plateau, their silhouettes sharp against the starlit sky.
Aneira stood near the edge, her breath a silver thread in the chill night air. Shadows pooled at her feet, and the frostbitten silence wrapped around her like a familiar cloak. She had heard of the quarry from Solharr; of stone that did not lie, and wolves who bore burdens like old armor. Her turquoise eyes traced the stars above, as if reading omens in their glint. The silence stirred memories; promises unkept, strongholds fallen, the weight of things once believed to be unbreakable.
Perhaps it was time. Her paw shifted on the stone, dust scattering like ash; perhaps the quarry was not a place, but a question. She would find it soon, but not tonight.