Silverlight Terrace it's my power outfit.

Well, the location certainly fit the description Harlyn had given her. Side of the mountain, coast in the distance, one staggeringly tall peak to the South. The only thing missing was... Well, the territory she was searching for. Poe's face twisted into a thoughtful frown as she strolled through the snow covered hills. The fading light of day was woven into the long, cinnamon and ochre fur along her spine, which she enjoyed, but it was another reminder of the fact that she was not in the right place. Willow trees wouldn't have much in the way of leaves on their dangling boughs this time of year, but they would still block far more of the sun than the empty hills here did.

That being said, it was very pretty. Poe paused to cast her gaze up towards the cliffs that lined the view to the West. They were darkened near to black by the pink and orange rays that reached out from behind them. She smiled to herself at the sight before casing her gaze around her at the way the light glittered on the snow. She wondered what this place was called and if her parents would recognize the description when she returned home and described it to them. Thinking of them reminded her of what she was doing out here and she refocused, setting her paws to motion again to take her South along the path she'd set for herself.