Things had shifted with her mother’s return, and alongside of that her sister. Some things for the better, most things if she was honest, it was like a piece of her heart had returned, but along with that certain subjects that would need resolution, most likely sooner rather than later. It had been on her mind for weeks now and as much as she thought on it she couldn’t quite bring herself to broach the subject. The timing and setting never seemed quite appropriate, or at least that’s what she told herself, but she had begun to feel a touch ashamed about putting it off. She had taken on the mantle of leadership and all the challenges that posed, but was shying away from a mere talk with her sister? She knew the possibility of a rivalry was something her mother never wanted for them, and it was something she never thought she would have to worry about until the day that everything changed. She needed to think, she needed air and space which was an odd thing to for a wolf of the mountains to say but it was still true.

So she made her way to the one spot that she had always been able to think in peace when needed, and as she stepped from the brush which obscured the ledge she was somehow not surprised to see her sister already sitting there. Perhaps their ancestors were aiding the children of the mountain line, either way it seemed that all excuses were at an end and there was no better time than now for the two to talk. She padded quietly to the edge before settling down next to Nymeria, her gaze following her sisters out over the open landscape below them. Two descendants of the throne so alike and yet different, even down to Nymeria’s eyes which seemed to be rimmed with fire where moonlight circled her own pupils. Their differences made them strong, but at the same time she couldn’t help but compare what she had done to what her sister might have and where they could go from here.

Unconsciously she shifted, straightening her shoulders and draping her long tail across her paws so close to the ledge that the tip of it even dangled into the frigid air. “This place always did seem to call to the Mountainborne.” There was a touch of mirth to her voice, something that said that though this moment couldn’t be avoided any longer she still wasn’t exactly thrilled about it. Above all else she didn’t want to lose her sister. Her slender face turned toward Nymeria finally, hoping to meet her sister’s eyes. “It’s almost funny how despite everything we ended up here.” She wasn’t talking about the physical place, though she wasn’t sure how clear that might be it was still true.