It was probably a poor decision to make, traveling up the mountain with the clouds, thick with rain, hiding the poor light from the moon and stars. But the forests had proven themselves to be unwelcoming, and perhaps if she avoided any packs, she wouldn't be tempted to steal from them or earn their ire by simply existing. Pip hunched her back against the cold, blustering wind. From this high, she felt it all the more keenly. She'd never realized how much the sea had prevented harsh temperature changes nor how much the trees of Cedarwood and elsewhere provided shelter.
The thin wolf pushed on, determined to find shelter in this harsh landscape. The slopes beneath her paws were icy and hard to find purchase on. Surely, she could find some comfort in solitude here... There had to be some form of cave or overhanging or something that would spare her from the wind's torment.
And there, she saw it. Even in the dark, its icy surface glinted enough to catch her eye. On aching, frozen paws, Pip dragged herself farther up the mountain peak to seek out the temporary shelter. The cave seemed to glow with a blue hue courtesy of the ice all around. Along the edges and back of the cave, there were outcroppings of smooth stones. While they felt nearly as cold as the ice under her paws, she opted to curl among them to try to warm herself and cease the shivering that was starting to drain her down to the bone.
Tomorrow, she promised herself. Tomorrow, she would go out into the weather and find food for herself. She refused to simply waste away into nothing. Burying her nose into the depth of her tail, Pip blew her hot breath onto her paws beneath. Maybe tomorrow, the sun would be out.