Dated 11/30 - clear skies, afternoon.
Random Event: Migrating geese are making quite the racket.
They could never just leave her alone. Nineva thundered over shale and snow, climbing terrain she had never been upon before in her life, gasping thin air and ignoring the ache that was beginning to overtake her body. She had just wanted to push farther than she had before, to see something new. She had always admired the mountains from afar, wondered what it would be like to be that high up in the atomosphere. Not a word had been said to her guardians and friends, for as was her usual mistake, she assumed she knew better, and thought they would only discourage her from something benign. She had been terribly wrong, and now, she was running for her life.
Their racket echoed over and within the stoney craggs, making it seem as though there were so many more than their truly were. It only further fueled her fear, adrenaline flooding her system and clouding her mind. She thought only to run, to escape, as the geese flew low behind her, chasing her. They were hunting her like a pack, her mind told her, and she could not accept any other possibility. They were hunting her down and if she allowed them to catch her, they would kill her.
At last the terrain suddenly shifted as she reached a final peak, and below was a thin expanse of forest crescented around a lake. If she had not been so panicked, with the demon birds at her heels, she would have been taken by the sheer beauty of what lay before her. As it was, she could only register that the trees might provide safety, and so she threw herself downward, over the cliffs and drop offs, barely thinking before she placed each paw step. It was only luck that brought her down safely, and though several times she slipped or tumbled, garnering bruises and scratches, but her bones and skin remained intact.
They had swooped down after their prey, bleating and honking and chasing, and she all but threw herself into the cluster of pine trees with a scream abandoned from her throat. Diving down under coniferous brush, she escaped, the winged beasts balking at the forest line and at last foregoing their chase. She lay quivering as the sound of their raucous blaring faded, curling tightly into herself as tears burned her eyes threateningly, utterly unaware that she now lay within the territory of another pack.