Silvertip Mountain Echoes of those before

The peppered fae was gaining strength, her wounds healing to scars. Travel weary, Tempest had reached the base of the vast mountain and looking for the base camp she had agreed upon with @Fitzdutiful. The kind male had asked her to join his new pack, and she had accepted. The only problem was finding it. The base of the mountain was craggy and rocky, with small caves and strange looking boulders every few meters. The limp body of the large hare in her jaws was getting heavy after hours of dragging it through the barren landscape.

Cold and aching, tempest finally chose one of the smaller caves and slipped in, dragging the carcass behind her. Surprisingly, the small entrance opened up into a roomy inner chamber, an underground stream trickling along the back wall, behind some stalactites and stalagmites. The rest of the cave was smooth, a large dent in the ground near the back the only thing marring the almost perfect level floor. Add some furs, and this would make a beautiful den, she thought happily. She drank from the small stream gurgling happily at the back of the cave, dropping the rabbit beside it. She turned and stretched out leisurely at the entrance. Her eyes peered over the landscape, searching for signs of life.
@Raissa?
@Bindi?