Sound to the mind was a catalyst for memory, unearthing both deep memories and those that rested fresh upon the surface. In this instance, as the delicate winds carried the coarse tenor from the base of the mountain, like snow gently drifting from atop the land revealed beneath was a recent memory with scarred visage to recall. Swiftly her ears bent forward as her eyes grew wide, drawing orbs of amber and umber around to behold darkness incarnate thriving within the day.
Raheerah.
A name that was not formed so easily by her tongue, but in thought it was with care as if reciting her own. And with it too was the same sense of certainty. Her posture would not alter, yet the tip of her tail spared its energy to wag slightly, as did her head rise a sliver as warmth graced her cheeks. Then just as quickly, all manner of exertion was void and returned to its stoic state.
However, a thrust paw shifted purposefully to turn the female away from her endless path, and on to more meaningful ends that paused by the mountain. Each step was carefully placed though her pace remained unwavering and graceless. Had the steps been those toward her demise, even then they would not change, but perhaps might have been softer than march playing soundly atop the snow. Countless flakes creaked to her weight though their song was shortlived as the ground gave way to bits of green and frigid earth. Only when nearer to the beast, when she dared stand at but a length's breadth before him, did she scent the mountain's deep aroma as well as the hint of blood on the air.
Her brows receded into their autumnal fringe in awe, as dulled eyes flickered to life as they bore into the singular fiery gem. An injury? She had a mind to a inquire, though thought better of it when the scent made the question redundant. Briefly turning her gaze to the ground she spied the minute droplets of a spray. "Where?" she asked softly, wrinkling her nose with interest. |