Boartusk Heights vindicta

The morning sun glazed her pelt in fiery orange as the fen fell away behind her. Grasses turned to stone and soon the steelmaiden was climbing from cliff to plateau. 

She winced, pained, each step along the jagged terrain cutting new wounds into her pads still unused to the mountains. When she reached a place to catch her breath, her pink tongue would lap greedily at its metallic taste before she pressed onwards and upwards.

Up. Always up. For she wanted to see everything. Maybe then, she could-

Wind whipped silver fur as she finally summited expecting to see a wonderous view, and instead was met with a disappointing layer of fog. Sighing, annoyed at such wasted effort, she sat stiffly on her haunches. So much for an early morning hike.

@Reyna