Blacktail Deer Plateau Little by little

Gentle panting breaths, each harder than the last. Thistle was determined to get to the ocean, but it was proving harder than she had imagined, but she knew she was going in the right direction. She finally allowed herself a moment of respite, and settled petite body down. Tail curling around her white paws.

She stared around her with Azure eyes taking in everything. She couldn't remember if she had ever been this far, but she had remembered both Ragnar and Gunnar talking of it. Peregrine and Crete were from here, the healer Blue Willow. Yes she could remember the stories of all. If she thought hard, she could even remember Crete and though she had been ashamed once upon a time of her liason. Now, she was pleased. She had bore healthy children. She sighed and lifted her head to let the breeze flow over her head. 

She would wait just a little while before starting again, but  not long. No not long, too soon she would need to make it to her end spot. The place she was determined to die at.