But it'd been nearly a week since the avalanche and the former Poisoned female had yet to descend the Mountain into safer territory. She was too weak to make it back down still and all she could find was scraps from scavengers, and once a cougar's kill that she managed to massacre before the giant cat returned for more. Mountain goat were far more fleet footed than they were back when she ruled the mountain - or at least it seemed so. She refused to believe that her skills had honestly depleted so rapidly, and yet with every other step on the ice-coated mountain the black she-wolf wobbled. So much uncertainty hung around her every movement that it nearly sickened her. Or perhaps it was that her old home, where she'd planted so much of her heart, was so damn close.
Ava had not intended to come this near, but she was already on the declining slope toward the valley that housed a trail of purple poisonous flowers. In truth it was not nostalgia at all that drew her closer and closer to the bottom of the valley. With food, she needed water - and there was one source whose location she could pinpoint without difficulty. What Ava would not give to be free from the mess of feelings that were gnawing at her insides with every step she took closer toward salvation. How she dearly wished she didn't know they still existed. At the time of her leave Naira had just returned, and Rhysis was nothing more than a rumor. It could've very well been that too much drama had been explosive and had wiped the Mountain of any of them and their constant war. But the world was not so kind - now she'd seen her former King and from here she could smell her old mark, saturated in the air. Poison Path was still around.
Every cautious step she took down the rocky path just made their scents stronger and stronger, and with each inhale the doom weighed more heavily on her heart. Oh, fuck it - Ava knew she was in their home now. Any second she'd see one, any second she would. The universe couldn't possibly allow her to drink her fill and leave on her own time... could it? The black-furred female could only hope, though she kept her amber eyes watchful on every turn of the way.