Noctisardor Bypass mountain rumble

she is quiet where he leads, steps soft-paced and attentive. it is not so much the paw that slows her, but the ever-present aching pulse of her shoulder. she thought it would have healed by now.

she paused for a moment, rolling the shoulder and craning her neck to give some measure of relief before continuing again. the valley was risk-laden, a wrong step could spell disaster. so when her footing finally did give way, she was appreciative for the steady weight of uktark beside her.

she corrected herself, pulling more weight to her stronger side before casting a longing look out over the valley. an ethereal sight — one she'd held before in a dream.