December 8th, Mid Morning, Freezing Fog 5F, -15C
OOC. playing this like she left sometime the first week of Septemberish
Things had changed, yet everything was still the same as the sleek form moved through the fog that wrapped itself around the mountain. Within its freezing grasp her silver pelt blended in almost perfectly, her icy eyes pale enough that even those couldn't be seen from a distance. Her pawsteps were placed gracefully along the snow and stone, there was no need for caution. The pads adorning the fae's paws had spent more time on the mountain than on the dirt of the earth below. It had always been her birthright to rule this mountain, something she had been bred and raised to do and now she had come back to reclaim her prize.
Yet despite that owning the mountain had always been her goal, something she would have given her last breath to do, it was not what she thought of now. Her mind was occupied with the image of a pup, golden as her brother yet nestled against her silvered side. Kyna was what had brought her back, that and the haunting thoughts of her own mother. So long ago she had felt the sting of her mother's seeming indifference towards her and had vowed when she had first felt her daughter moving within her that she would never do the same. Yet when she had murdered Aesire and her nights had been a constant onslaught of images of not the woman falling over the edge but of her father instead, Aponi had left.
It was only supposed to be a few weeks, a month at most. Yet days slipped by without getting any closer to finding his murderer and she might as well have been chasing her tail. All of her potential leads had led to nothing but nonsense, having gained only one insight from a potentially crazed old woman, beware the crow. It was then that Aponi had had enough of her wild goose chase and had tried to return to her beloved mountain and her beloved daughter but her return was much slowed. She had stumbled upon a wolverine's den and while she managed to come out the victor of the scrum that followed beneath her lush pelt three long scars marred where her shoulder met her chest.
It had taken time for her to heal enough to make any kind of distance each day and because of her constant movement it never truly healed properly. The skin had sealed itself yet it still ached constantly, like she had rubbed her skin raw against stone every time she moved herself improperly. Still as she stopped along the borders of what had once been hers Aponi was thankful for the ache, it was distracting enough to keep her thoughts from the possible rejection that could be about to come. Lifting her muzzle to the sky she called for them, for her daughter and her daughter's father.