Truth be told, she'd grown rather fond of the Fjord. Maybe it was the way it seemed largely empty, vast even, that planted so much peace within her. To feel so small in such a beautiful, open place perhaps reminded her of home, conjuring up the same primal emotion she felt as a child when the sequoias loomed over her. The air was thinner here that in the dense, damp forests of Secret Falls, easier to breathe in deeply. The sounds of every trail she'd taken were all hollow, adding to the echoing quiet she had yet to grow tired of. And then, when she was lucky, she'd catch the perfect sunset - always glowing with a light so fierce it looked as if it could outshine any of her woes any day. Then again, she had so much more to be thankful for now than to complain about.
The path she was currently scaling was uncharted, to her anyway. It zigged and zagged and wound as it took her higher, up nearly into the canopies of the trees before they became sparse enough to give way to the open sky. Here the wind was fierce, cutting through her fur and whipping across her face as the girl stopped to peer at the cascading stream just in the distance. Its waters weren't as fierce as the breeze, but in a way they seemed provincial as they splashed down against the small, cliff-like faces of time-worn rocks crested in moss and grass. To the west she could easily see the grand rises of the fjord on either side of its rushing river, and to the east was the outlying edge of the forest preceding Turtleback Lake. From her vantage point, she was in the best of two very different worlds.
Leaping and climbing her way to one of Pasos al Cielo's grassy flats, Lyanna took a second look at the scenic horizon before stretching her legs out and sliding to her belly to enjoy some peace and quiet.