She was becoming used to the climate up here on the top of the world, the elevation making her blood thicker to carry more oxygen, her breathing even became different. One thing that remained was the ever present addition of joy, and it had not once wavered as she became accustomed to the land and wolves around her. It had been Spring when she arrived, the mountain had been warm and she had never experienced the feeling of welcome she had received from Daenerys and the pack, since then, things had grown heated and now colder on the mountain. It would snow soon, Kiyomi could feel it, winter was coming. Being around for six years, Kiyomi knew the temptations of winter, she also knew what some males would do in their own version of the season, so she planned to keep to the mountain and stay hidden for the season.

She is roaming on the most northern peak, her midnight paws now sure of their path, her climb is only making her sleek form more and more toned each time she makes it. From being of a softer nature, Kiyomi had never thought to strengthen her body, she had never considered that she might actually have the strength within her to become an actual force to reckon with. It had never occurred to her usually light-hearted and happy mind that she could be in such top physical shape, that her mind would slowly relax and let others have a chance to show her kindness and compassion. Her old home had been harsh, unforgiving, but this mountain? One misstep and she could be dashed on the face of the rock, broken and dead. But, each paw she placed she tested as the way became more and more perilous toward the top. Once, she put her paw on a loose stone and it had stumbled her, that ice and coal gaze searching downward in the haze of cloud cover and saw the path she could have had the misfortune of taking. Lower on the summit, Kiyomi had seen two golden wolves playing with stones, though they seemed rather busy, and she was not one to interrupt.

It took hours, but Kiyomi finally managed to cut her way through to the top of the mountain. Her muscles burned, breaths came in small puffs of crystallized moisture, and she felt accomplished and proud of her accomplishment. If she could scale the side of a mountain, what else could she do? It had been scary, perilous, hazardous going, but if she could make it this far, she could make it in any other aspect of her life. The dark black of her coat stood out in sharp contrast compared to the snow capped peak, and Kiyomi let her mismatched gaze float over all below her. She could see everywhere, and if she looked to the north, she could see the very edges of the world she had come from. It was an odd thing to look that way, to know what darkness lay beyond the horizon and toward the other mountain range, to know she would always be happiest right where she was. No, she would not turn her back on Daenerys, nor Sleekwing, nor would she turn away from the mountains that had already made her much stronger than she could have ever been alone.

Time now to see if Sleekwing had recovered fully from his sickness. He had given her all the time to come and know the pack, all the time to get accustomed to the air and height of the mountain. Spring had turned to summer and now it has turned to fall, and while she understood he was a high rank and therefore a busy wolf, she had still demanded time of her best friend. She still and always would long for his company, having been through so much over the last year, Kiyomi was reluctant to become negligent of the bond between them. She values friendships, and the wolves involved with her would always have a caregiver to lean on, she was not one to let go of those she pulled close. Sleekwing was her first and only friend for a long while, still was the only wolf she would outwardly call a friend currently, though this was okay by her. True, she needed others, but for now, he filled that hole in her heart. He helped her know what being a friend meant, before him, no one had ever spoken a word of kindness to her. Before Sleek had come into her life, Kiyomi had only ever known cruelty. As a result, the black woman was reluctant to try and speak with others, in case she was fated to more of the same aggression and hatred that always came her way.

Finding that she missed her friend, Kiyomi sent a song to him from very literally straddling the world. Sitting on the highest point in all of Moladion, Kiyomi wished to both test her friend's new found strength, and see him with her in this point. Most say sunsets are romantic, but Kiyomi thinks the opposite. The sunrise is where the magic is, as the darkness of the night before melts in the light of a new day, Kiyomi finds that the new day is also a way of saying she has found a new light to view the world with. And though darkness will come again, there will always be the sun to take it away in the morning. She waits for him in the cool, crisp mountain air, her coal black fur being pushed around by the teasing fingers of the breeze. Would he come to her and watch the sun rise from the east? Or would she have to come to him?

Her eyes moved down where she supposed he would come from, hoping to spot the heather painted warrior in the grey of the sea of stone beneath her. Would he try to make the climb?