She wasn't exactly sure how it had happened, but Marisol had managed to accidentally climb a mountain. She could feel it in her muscles and deep set in her bones, the throbbing ache that reminded her that this wasn't a dream. That-much to her dismay- she wasn't going to wake up anytime soon. And so, she stood upon the plateau, her toes digging into the pebbly dirt, as the moon lingered in the sky despite the fact the afternoon was well underway.
If it had not been for the sense of exhaustion that clung to her just as stubbornly as her bad attitude, she would have been impressed, glad that she'd managed to find her way out of that fucking awful forest. But damn it, it felt as though she'd escaped one shitty local in exchange for another. There was no denying that it was pretty here with all it's trees and foliage. And the fact that it was nice and flat granted her legs a well deserved reprieve but....The scent of a pack lingered on the breeze, nearby from the smell of it. Mari rolled her eyes as she approached the creek and bowed down to take a drink.
She would stay here a while, just to rest and gather her strength before she moved on. Mari was many things but she wasn't a mountain wolf. This elevation didn't suit her nor did the chill in the air, which would only increase tenfold as winter drew ever closer.
At least it was quiet here, she thought, maybe even peaceful. And from the looks of it there were plenty of places she could hide to stay out of sight of the wolves who resided nearby, whoever they were. Roaming as she did was awful lonely-not that she'd word it as such- but settling down wasn't an option either. Nor did she think anyone would want her about anyway. This was for the best, she'd keep heading northwest and see what happened as the seasons unravelled like a faded tapestry.