Whitebark Stream Return

She had turned westward when she'd seen the smoking mountain, and though she was attempting to continue northward (albeit along a detour) as she walked something about this place was becoming more and more familiar.  The snow had shifted to freezing rain as she walked along the banks of the partially iced-over stream.  The trees along its bank provided some cover, and her thick coat provided the rest of the protection she needed from the elements.  Sure, it wasn't fun but she was going to keep moving until she either found a clear route or figured out why something was nagging at her.

Skydance wasn't usually the sort to forget a place (or a face) but why wasn't she remembering this one?  Maybe she was just near somewhere familiar.  That made a bit more sense, but it made her curious -- if the only place she was heading was home, there wasn't going to be any problem with her delaying a little longer just to check this place out again.  She'd been gone over a year, another few months or whatever weren't going to cause the end of the world.  Heck she was already gonna have to go out of her way, so yeah, make it fun at least.

She spotted a slightly denser copse of trees up ahead and she pointed he paws that way.  She could get out of the storm, clean up, and wait for things to clear a bit before continuing on to this new adventure.