It was so different being up here, strung on his back like a dead deer might be just bouncing along. She was constantly adjusting her balance to rest so precariously across his broad back and shoulders but it was an exhilarating ride and much worth the effort. The view was fantastic up here, and with their added height she was given a breathtaking view of all the lands below spread out like a painting before them. She had climbed mountains before, enjoyed the whipping winds and dizzying heights they brought, but never had she been given a view such as this. His soft fur tickled her nose as it blew into her muzzle, but it gave her the first opportunity to inhale a scent that was purely his. Musk mixed with grass and dirt and travels long untold. It was just one more moment from today she would never forget.

His words made her heart twist in a way it had only once before, the unfamiliar tug of emotion as her heart seemed like a lump in her throat. Pushing everything else form her mind she dedicated herself to being in the here and now, devoting herself wholly to him and the connection they shared. She owed herself that much. The slowed and her head perked up, ears and eyes forward as they entered the small alcove in the side of the mountain and let out a soft gasp as she looked at all the flowers strewn about so beautifully. She felt him adjust, lowering himself and she managed to slide off only somewhat awkwardly and be on her own four paws once more. She gave a slight shake before casting a soft smile towards him as he rose to his full height once more.

She watched him with mild amusement dancing amongst her sea-green eyes, he was different here than he had been below; a solemnity to how he walked about this place as if it were sacred, then again it basically was she mused. He padded silently around him, the area familiar as the back of his own paw. She wondered what it was like to know the place you came from, to long with some part of you to always return to it, where your life began. She wouldn’t recognize the den of her birth if led straight to it, there would be no warm or familiar feeling as she walked inside and a longing to see her parents again. It simply wasn’t the way of her life. Her Moon’s words pulled her out of her introspective thoughts as he stood by the gaping entrance of the den.

Disbelief flashed across her face at his words. “Then surely you are all descended from the giant wolves of old,” she said with a smile, easily able to envision his large form running with the ancient packs. She stilled as his words continued, hinting at a mother who had changed quite drastically and in a fashion that seemed to stir something deep within him and the fact that he didn't share more corroborated the fact. A part of her wanted to pry, to find out what had happened, but dragging up the past rarely proved worth it. Instead she took a few silent steps towards him, sidling alongside to peer in to the shallow depths of the cave and then out at the small, open expanse once more. “It must have been a wonderful place to grow up,” she said quietly before meandering over to the patch of purple and white flowers that bloomed so brilliantly.

Standing in the middle of the small field she lowered herself, at eye level with the blooms she inhaled their heady, floral scent eyes closed before they snapped back up to her Moon’s large, gray form, sparks snapping within their aquamarine depths. “What was it like here?” she questioned, the need to know more about him and his past a growing thing inside her mind. She wanted to know everything about him. Her tail thumped once or twice at the very thought of it. Even as the words left her mouth a dark, ominous cloud rolled overhead covering the sun and heralding a possible storm. A brief shiver rolled across her golden back as the temperature dropped slightly without the suns warmth here in the higher parts of the mountains. It was good, she conceded, that shelter was readily available in case the threat turned into something more tangible.