Blacktail Deer Plateau Ullaaq

restlessness had seeded itself in the depths of asperas's black hole of a soul, the essence of a scout taken root within. the journey from the valley to the mountain remained a half-remembered fog, yet the unchild nonetheless remembered it as a catalyst. she had seen more then than any other time of her life — and, in perhaps her first display of natural tendencies of youth, she desired more.
slipping past the caretaker, now seemingly drained of life, was by now second nature to asperas. slipping past the borders unseen — that proved more challenging, to be sure. but the snakeling found freedom as surely as the bear-god's disdainful eye followed, and soon was on a path familiar yet foreign. through the tall grasses, along the river bend, down to the thinning fork of creeks where finally she faced her fear of the water —
and emerged wet-furred and sour-faced, ill-tempered and stutter-stepped as each yard of progress along the small verdured footpaths was punctuated by an agitated shake of her dark cloak. asperas arrived to the plateau damp and disheveled, too vexed already to be perturbed at the sight of a stranger. she barked a greeting — or rather, a demand for attention, but the two were much the same to the bearberry, who considered herself royalty in her home pack.

i couldn't resist