Nova Peak If you must speak, speak every word as if it were unique

Midmorning found Wylla climbing the mountain, winding her way through the forests and along gentler ridges in her search for @Marble and @Calcifer. She’d deliberately chosen to avoid any involvement with Ciri and Elke, preferring to pretend as though they didn’t exist, but she’d been remiss in her duties as leader to the other pups of Sagtannet. Today, she sought to right that wrong.

From her jaws dangled a stunned pika with a broken back leg. It had taken her five attempts to catch even this one measly offering. She hadn’t realized how much having just one eye would affect her hunting and even her ability to move seamlessly around the mountain. Her frustration was suffocating. She did her best to shrug it off as she placed the dazed animal on the ground, pinned it with a paw, and howled for Star’s cubs.