Golden Glade King of Kings

The old woman had followed the great cedar forest into maple, sandwiched between a plateau and summit. She was tired, very tired. Already she had crossed over two large mountain chains and was unsure her body could take much more travel. She had put the practicing medics of their family to work, this much was certain. The woman however was determined, unwilling to give up so quickly when it came to finding her beloved High Elk. If anything, she could die at ease once she knew she was within his good graces again. 

Taking a deep breath, the brown wolf settled down in the forest, a smile on her lips. If anything, these lands were far more beautiful then the Haunted Wood they had left behind. And there, along the horizon, atop the summit looming in the backdrop, she sees him. An elk, their elk she was nearly so certain. She lifted again, a gasp, a waving wildly of her ploom.

My God! Quite literally so. He was here, he was here!! Her heart skipped a beat and she pants, barking out excitedly for all her family and she howls out to her family. He lives with us!