She’d found that she had a bit of a sweet spot for the mountains and the foothills that led to them. Something about the higher altitude just made her heart warm up and feel like it was about to explode out of her chest with adrenaline and excitement. Perhaps that was why the swarthy youth had found her way back after a week of venturing, scoping out the lands that surrounded the pass. Mother hadn’t told her much of the mountains, and perhaps that lent to the intrigue… she spoke for hours about the Willows, and though Sovanna had never been, she felt like she knew them better than her mother for the amount the woman had blabbered on about them.
Her body moved swiftly through the lands, small shivers as the flakes of snow falling from the sky touched her back and melted away into her fur… the sensation was one of her favorites. She loved the winter – for the peril, the challenge, the climb it took to survive. Winter was the time where the lone wolf died but the pack survived, and being a lone wolf… well, she loved a challenge. She lived for the challenge... and if it got to be too much, then perhaps she'd take up Greer's offer after all.