The eastern side of the lake had always been her favourite. It was here the flat granite boulders lay scattered across the open grassland like they had been flung by some angry giant. It was a favourite grazing location for the herds of white mountain goats that were only now migrating back to the peaks from the heights where they had sheltered for the long winter. While snow still blanketed the landscape, small patches of brown and green were making their presence known, and the creatures grazed oblivious to the wolf in their midst.
You would have to look closely to observe the brown coated woman sunning herself atop her once favourite boulder, her eyes shut and mouth open to taste the clean mountain air. This place had once held painful memories but now those that had wronged her were gone, it was as if the mountain welcomed her back with open arms. She could feel it thrumming through the thick pads of her paws and in her core where her chest rested against the coarse granite stone. She could smell it in the budding nightshade flowers and she embraced the caress of the wind against her face with a small knowing smile.
“Perhaps…” she whispered back, the smile still on her face. There was a lot of work to do yet. An awful lot of work. Unbidden steps approached and her eyes opened a sliver, her gaze falling with a hint of question on the tawny spectre that roamed below. She did believe in ghosts, but the vision of Belladonna was far to solid to be so… and younger than she would be if she still roamed on this plane.