It was around noon when the girl found herself on the part of the falls that butted against the Mountain. She had no interest in climbing the snowy rocks. Not today at least. But there was a funky scent that was drifting into her nose on the wind. Hawthorne kept pushing onward in hopes that the wind would favor her.
Once the trees thinned some the girl spotted a cream form in the distance. She watched it for a few moments, her tail swaying behind with an unspoken excitement. What was that strange creature? What were the weird things protruding and spiraling out of its head? Without much of a thought, she let out a serious of woofs in an attempt to gain the creature's attention.