Ava had worn her depression like an <span class='word'>integument</span> before and while it did not make her <i>weak</i>, it certainly had grounded her to the Lost Lake. Her adventures had been far and few between, and border patrol consisted of just that - patrolling the border around their packland, which was just a sizeable selection at the bottom of the valley, not the mountains as she did like to pretend was their bounty as well. Her muscles, lean and solid from the constant mountain romps, had gone unused for too long. They desired to be tested once more, and an easy fall of rocks would not do the job. She turned her dark head to size up the unbeaten mountainside with hungry amber eyes, though it did not take long for her desire to become needy. An almost jovial snarl tore from her lips as she launched forward, away from the easy path and on to the treacherous terrain that made the high-rising Mountain of Dire.
With each push of her paws she felt the pull of physical limitation in her limbs but denied it. Mind over matter; and all that was on Ava's mind was regaining what she had lost in the weeks of drowning. No longer did she soak herself in such misery; now was the time for her stone-loving truth to fully shine. In all honesty there was no where Ava would rather live than the Lost Lake. No home could be more welcoming. No mountain could be more challenging. No water could be more sweet. This was where she belonged, always and forever. She was a shadow no more; now a black wraith, a tangible being that thundered through the protrusions and skeletal trees. A fiercer fire had never been lit in the depths of her stare as she wove through the mountainside, each step undeniably proud. This was what she lived for. And that, she would not forget again.
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