((Terribly sorry for the long wait. I had irl things to attend to. I hope you haven't lost all interest in this! *hugs*))

Fel once more was away at the isle, where she found herself travelling increasingly often. Next time she went adventuring, she decided she would visit another destination. Yet there was something that drew her to these mountains. By now she had scouted out the best and most reliable trails or made her own when such wonderful gifts did not fall onto the path her paws chose. To make her way back to the foothills, she chose the high road. Literally. The guardian marched her way up to the peak of a ridge of the mountain range. She knew that they were all connected at varying intervals. Not only would following those peaks give her the optimal vantage point for her road home, but the roaring winds would blast at her pelt more frequently. Fel inherently loved the cold forces attempting to pierce her well-adapted fur. It was an attack of sorts, one she was immune to.

As she made her way up to the nearest peak, paws moving silently with expertise across the dangerous rocks, a scent bombarded her. Enemy female. It honestly did not matter whether she was from the rival or not… Fel wasn’t too happy to find anyone here. She simply hoped it would not be a small, weak wolf who, like a cat, scattered up a tree and could not get back down. Any decent individual would retrieve the victim and safely return them to a comfortable environment. But Fel was no savior. She would simply shove them off the tree – or in this case, the mountain. The weak did not belong in such places. Yet, as the stranger finally came into view, Fel was somewhat pleased. The fae was large, and judging by the sleek shimmer of her pelt, much younger than she. Fel had come up behind her as she was evidently in the middle of enjoying the scenery. The guardian approached calmly, though the power in her body and wisdom from her age filled her frame and formed her into a tall, silently confident canine. Fel’s raven fur was still smooth and very long, swaying gently as she moved. It lacked youth’s brilliant luster, but still shone in a respectable condition. Her face seemed perfectly carved for her body, complete with a wide, powerful muzzle that began to pepper white with the passing of years. Her features were emotionless, revealing nothing about her. Colourless eyes watched the other wolf, who Fel was sure had heard her last few quiet steps. In a smooth, deep voice, her words rolled across the air with the same chilling characteristic of ice, “Enjoying the view, fae?” Fel halted with a decent distance between the two of them, her stance tall but not aggressive. She was trained to always be on guard, though she doubted this wolf was naïve enough to instigate a duel atop a mountain. Regardless, her muscles were found in a constant state of preparation; her frozen orbs watched the other’s movements. Returning to silence, she awaited an answer.