She hadn't been this clear headed in what felt like years, but surely had only been months. It was queer how crisp the air was within her throat and how much she could taste from the nothing of it. She nearly lost herself in the experience alone, in being reminded of just how vibrant the world really was, especially this time of year.
Her creamy paws would draw to a stop and she would visibly shake her head to redirect her thoughts onto the only goal she'd known since recovering from the sight of... from being taught the truth about life. Ember closed her eyes and pictured molten gold, strawberry red fur and the scent of magnolia flowers. She thought of @Kyna, and her heart beat stronger. One deep breath later, and she was off again, toward that towering range.
It was a constant pattern, shaking off the thorough training of the Hounds for the one thing that she couldn't convince herself was inconsequential. She still accepted the turbulent flow of the world as a force she would never be able to help nor hinder, but there still had to a place for her, and if it didn't particularly matter where, why not let it be this choice? From desire stemmed suffering, but without it...
That was why she had left, she supposed. She couldn't wholly accept their philosophy, not if it meant never seeing Kyna again. But now she was close, and as long as the other woman and her small pack were still there, if Ember could for once not be too late, then she could fall back into the ease of compliance at her friend's side and find her own place within those teachings.
Just a few more days was all she needed.