Nova Peak And she's suddenly cruel

She wished she could just go back to her homelands. Exploring was good for her, and good for her soul- she'd learned to temper her ire, and found herself improving her temperament with the time she spend on her own. But she longed for her pack, for hunts and shared patrols. 

The mountain was bleak and cold. The snow as dense and unforgiving, and she suspected that in the summer too it would be rough terrain. Still, it did give her a good view. If there was a fire in the area, this ledge she'd found would make for an excellent lookout. The wind was hard on her hearing but she could tolerate that. The view was enough for her. 

A shift in the snow caught her eye- and she gazed down from her ledge to see a familiar figure roaming below. She crept forward, peering over the ledge. Lycabas. He'd said that he would go and hunt for them- though it didn't appear as though he'd had much success. 

She spotted a pebble by her foot- and with a deft flick, sent it flying off her ledge, where it would bounce down the slope. 

She watched for his reaction.