Weary footsteps brought the weary beast from her den to the height of the Mountain. She wasn't sure what really spurred her to such heights, but Vlarindara was hoping that she'd be able to figure...SOMETHING out.. If nothing else, she could enjoy the view from the top of the mountain. The vernal plants that had begun to grow were beautiful, she had to admit.. And the dirtied ivory canine stopped every so often to simply admire the beauty of the place. Angier had helped her through the last of the winters weeks..but even his presence hadn't stopped the sores from developing on her hide from lying in one place too long.
Vlarindara wasn't sure if the sores were caused by that, or by some sort of..virus she was coming down with or something else. She just assumed it was because she was remaining still in her den the majority of the last few weeks. Spring had come, and with it, hopefully warmer weather. Ascending the side of the mountain was no menial task.. nor was it easy by any means.. and by the time she arrived, she was panting raggedly, limbs shaking from exertion they weren't used to. However, the *view* from up here.. it was spectacular.
The broken wolfess shifted gingerly and rested herself upon one of the rocks, soaking up the warmth and simply watching the valley below. Her single left eye watching the birds that flocked from tree to tree, screaming about something or another. For a heartbeat, she looked towards the thicket of secrets, wondering if that bear from years ago had reappeared this winter. She certainly hadn't encountered him again thankfully.