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the familiar feel of rock beneath her paws lended some comfort, but she'd since though twice about her plan to revisit the plateau. it was a monument, a perfect image of it, the pack in the early days, stuck firmly in the back of her mind, and something about visiting it seemed wrong. 

her breath moved like sandpaper up and down her throat, head low as she pushed herself against the mountain rock. exhaustion came quicker than she'd expected; surely something to do with the weight she'd dropped the past few weeks. pausing, she faltered and sat ungracefully, chest rising and falling quickly with each breath while her mind whirled like a broken compass.