Fleet Foxes - Blue Ridge Mountains
@Naira <3
Ava was not immune to waterfront property, a sucker for the way the surface glimmered regardless of sun or moon and reflected the wild colors of the sky. The rise of earth that overlooked the wild rapids gave her a perfect view - she imagined once she found her new sunning rock (and she would find one) she would never get bored of the sights that surrounded her in her new home. While she was grateful for the water and the thick greenery that kept them safe, and almost devilishly delighted to think of herself as a wolf of the shadows, she was secretly incredibly pleased that they'd situated themselves so close to the base of the mountain.
Though she had long left her Poisoned brethren behind - and it had been ultimately the best thing to do - Ava felt in her blood that she would always be, in at least some way, a mountain wolf at heart. Whenever she could spot the rises of Serpent's Pass climbing into the sky in the distance she felt a quiet, sobering wave of nostalgia wash over her. It had not been so strong when the wolves of Grizzly Hollow made their quest through the rocky passage. Their trip over the mountain had been anything but easy. Weary hearts made paws heavy and pregnancy didn't help whatsoever. But now that she was home, with family and friends and a pack of her very own, she could not help but feel guilty when the sea came lapping at the shores of her heart with every glimpse back.
True, there was nothing left for her up there. Why, then, did she feel the stone beneath her leathery pads and beg for more, when she stood there looking up the mountainside?
Was Naira still there? Rhysis? Athena? Well she'd seen those two, but it was quite some time ago - and so was her encounter with the adviser, Thorpe. Ava hesitated, letting her eyes rove over the crumbling boulders and spiky protrusions that showcased the Mountain of Dire's true nature. At one time she had been excellent at maneuvering through the narrow passes, her paws calloused and accustomed to the rocks beneath them. Now it was dangerous to go. Too much bad blood for an unsteady navigator to risk, she knew.
But the black she-wolf couldn't help herself. With the sun on her back and the smooth stone underneath her she could not help but feel alive. Perhaps there are some parts of ourselves we just cannot bury, she reasoned, and without further ado began to climb.