Some things had not changed, it seemed.
She thought she had caught faint traces of the Cove in the area. Which meant tragedy had not yet toppled them or sent them off the mountain. Her heart skipped softly. She wondered... Part of her wished to see some of the faces there and yet she feared what might happen if she stepped a single claw back into the Cove again. As if the place was a vortex instead of a home.
It was why she hovered, in the lands near enough to perhaps be spotted by a roving guardian or a scout set out. The climb offered a view that was as expansive as she could have hoped for. Yet she knew that too meant she was exposed in return.
Her tail lashed out behind her. She had no want to hide, it seemed, even if she had not come down.