Horizon Ridge of winter and the bleak cold breath

For @Ciervo. :)

Nestled in what had to be an old den better left forgotten, Echelon stirred with the rising sun. It had been a long night for her, having settled in well before the sun had dipped into darkness the previous day; exhaustion had overcame her. She had only intended to rest her eyes, so to speak, and well... that hadn't happened at all. There was a strange sensation that rolled over her as she awoke, a groggy, disorienting swell and spin to the cavern walls that made her question everything all at once.

Her eventual trek to the outside world came slowly, but the tendrils of sleep were beginning to loosen their hold. She was high upon the ridge, still with an overlook to the wilderness around her. A decent vantage point to a wolf who originally prided themselves on navigation, on tracking. On all those things that should have never let her be separated from Tonravik in the first place. And from up here, she noted as she ventured towards the edge of one particular jutting feature, she could see the ocean. It was captivating, even from up here. Distant though, obscured through a haze thick enough that she could have just as easily been spying on a lake. But somehow she knew it was the ocean. She knew where she was, even if the name of the locale escaped her knowledgeable bounds. She had seen this from the coast.

It should have inspired her to get a move on. She didn't move.

agalloch — she painted fire across the skyline