Dragoncrest Cliffs this maudlin moment

@Vercingetorix
Setting 1/18, evening.
it's soft hours now

The way to the cliffs from her cove tended to wind her, leave her breathless. But what made her forge up the craggy trail regardless were words from what seemed like an eternity ago — ’Vonn, yes. I think I know the wolf you speak of.’ Her mind tugged at the memory gleefully, and all that Takiyok had said kept her company, kept her slim, slight body enduring as she continued her briney ascent.

As she crested the winter lips of the cliff, it wasn’t simply the climb, or Takiyok’s blessing that made made her heart thrum laboriously, tenderly. Breath flaring from a scrunched, bud-pink nose, she finally arched her neck to regard the endless, errant waves far below.

For a moment, the skayona allowed herself to linger there, encompassed by thought and emotion, before fervidly making her way towards the sequoian-cradled lake. Had her jaws not been full of herbs, she may have sent out a peal for him; her heart stuttering, her person weakening at the mere notion of seeing him.