- 17/1 Morning, Overcast Clouds, 10.4 ° F, -12 ° C
She’d felt inexplicably drawn towards the mountain since she first laid eyes on it in the distance. In her entire childhood in the Lore, she had never crossed that barrier, never gone to explore the lands beyond despite knowing they were there. She never had the time. And now – it wasn’t like she was exactly eager to brave the icy heights, after all she had come south to escape the harsh winters up north – yet she was heading for the pass all the same. Perhaps, now that she was fully free to do as she pleased, she longed to satisfy that old curiosity; Or maybe I just have a death wish! After leaving the Cherry Orchard, she’d followed Heartleaf Creek south, along its familiar, winding path until it veered east, into the thick forest along the mountains base. Avoiding the sharp peak of mount Dire itself, she figured that if she had to traverse the pass, the lower southern stretch would be her best option. So, she continued along the curve of the creek, following it into the old growth of the Sacred grove. Hitting the split in the waterway, she decided to cross over into the Grove proper, hoping to take advantage of its rich animal life and fill her empty stomach. And so she did, coming upon the carcass of an unfortunate juvenile deer, succumb to the elements. However now, her luck seemed to have run out. Having slept snuggly among the roots of an old oak, she had awoken early to attempt her scale of the pass, only to walk herself into this dead end. With gradual inclines rising on both sides of her, the shewolf had thought she’d found an easier pathway up into the mountains, not able to spot her mistake in time in the sparse morning light. And now here she stood, hackles raised in frustrations, staring at an almost vertical wall of rock, with no option but to turn back and find her way around; Unbelievable! Word count: 333 ”Speech" Thoughts |