The Peak of the Mountain

The elevation is so high here it's impossible to breath if you aren't used to it. The chill of the air is enough to make a normal wolf freeze to death. Not much comes up there, only the occasional wolf looking for an answer in the stars. Nothing grows up here, only snow.

The three came to the cave and there the timber was, the white female walked closer, “What are you doing her timber, and what be your purpose to be here.” She says to her stepping forward. The two males take a step back aware of the white female’s temper. Her face was plain showing no signs of anger or any emotion yet it was under the serfis.

Thoughts

~how dare this timber come to my resting place, she must not smell my scent or is she just crazy~

The two males looked at each other then motion a good bye to there sister and Coal whispers “Bye Angel see you again soon.” Before him and Steel run off. Now alone with the other female the snow shaded mistress circles her like prey. “Why would I do that you have some kind of good within you, let me guess you are in the middle of a war against yourself as we speak, one side says one thing the other says what you know is what you should do.” She says her tail still and fallowing her as she circles the other wolf. Her red eyes locked on the mix furred timber.

Thoughts

~She truly doesn’t with to die she just doesn’t know what she is saying or what to do~

The mistress walked in front of the timber “Don’t listen to that voice I’ve been that path and it brought me nothing and I can’t just let you die I may be a murderess but your not why should you die Shirley not because of your past, look to the future and you see not you alone but friends to be,” The white coated mistress said in a rime more of a riddle but it was wise and should bring the timber to calm herself. The white wolf slowly put her paw on the timber’s shoulder. “let the good voice speak, listen closely and hear her whispers that hide behind darkness,” She said looking striate into the wolf’s eyes.

“As sure as my name is Angel I guarantee it wasn’t your fault I don’t know you well barley at all but you aren’t a bad wolf your eyes show fear and struggle you are fighting within, and the good is falling because you are listening to the bad the, dark wolf will not help though it may promise the white shall prevail if you begin to realize only the joy of the future can cover the pain of the past, I look in to your eyes and see death but not forced by you. I see a rank most needed that was not successful in its role ,but you tried that is what the voice tries to speak as it fades so does your hope, your joy, and your peace,” The white wolf says in a velvet voice clear and slow, calm, and friendly. ~ The words are wise and true, but to fallow the good is all up to you ~ the white watches the timber as the good starts grow, but it begins to fade once more and the white show no exspreation upon her face only the glimmer of hope in eyes shows its face to the timber.

Timbers voice was low and dangerous, practically growling as she said the next words. "I'd rather jump off the cliff. Leave me be." She'd had enough of this wolf trying to understand her. The wolfs expression showed only hope, and hope had let down the fae too many times to ever hope again. She turned around, staring down the cliff, but she wouldn't die in front of the white wolf. As much as she wanted it, she didn't want the image in that wolfs mind forever. So instead, she started down the mountain. After making it about five feet, she paused and looked back, bright green eyes darker, somehow. "Leave me be." She warned the fae one last time, a angry look in her eyes. Then the small fae continued down the mountain, paws hurting with every step. She'd nearly frozen, and was running out of air as well. Good job, Timber. I do believe you made the right choice. The voice said, obviously proud, somehow. She smiled, but it seemed wrong. Weak, forced, and fake. She hated it, so she quickly stopped. "Yes, I do believe so." She said, voice still rough and like gravel. The red-brown wolf made it's way down the mountain, and began to search for somewhere to be alone, and okay.
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The white wolf howls with anger she steaming seeing this wolf ignore her suggestions “Last time I try to keep some wolf from killing themselves,” The angle look alike say running down the mountain to a small wetland to drink. Her red eyes burning as if they turn to flame. ~that wolf shall regret her choice as I only tried to help and she distinctively disobeyed~ the white devil tells her self rushing for water.

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Timber padded to the top, taking a deep breath of the cold mountain air. She glanced back at Flinch, who was right behind her, trying to do the same. He coughed. She rolled her eyes, glancing at his pitiful stomach. He needed to do something about that. She sat at the very tip and looked down at the world below. She could see the grasslands, and just beyond that, the swamplands. She glanced at Alisen and Steel, seeing Red on her back. She sighed in relief.

Alisen lays Red down carefully and puts a cleaned pelt over him so he won’t be to cold. Alisen then stands beside Timber and grins “This is fun.” Alisen looks down and angles just right and starts howling then leaps to a look ledge and rides it down to another stronger cliff and howls louder and laughs “Fun.” Alisen yells grinning.

Steel looks terrified “Your going to be what kills me Alisen.” He says shaking his head and putting Red on his back before jumping Quickly from ledge to ledge till Alisen can reach to pull him onto the strongest and largest cliff.

Timbers eyes went wide, seeing them jump from ledge to ledge. "I think I'll stay here..." She said nervously, sitting down at the place Red had been before. Were they crazy? She glanced at Flinch.

Flinch chuckled. He managed to jump up to the ledge below them, and let them keep that one to themselves. He coughed, looking down and shying a bit away from the edge of the ledge. He wasn't scared of heights, he just didn't want to fall off. He breathed out, looking at his breath. Exhilarating.

"What the h*ll!" I yowl and grip onto Steel's fur. "I want down!" I yelp and huddle close to his body. What in the world were they try? Were they trying to kill me? Or just to freak me out. Either way I wanted gone and down. "Put me down now!" I screech again and dig my sharp claws into Steel's back.

Alisen saw what Steel was about to do and growls at him. “Steel, he’s freaked out enough, I’m taking him back to Timber.” Alisen says putting Red on her back and starting to climb back up without difficulty. “Close your eyes bud.” Alisen instructs. She gets back to were Timber is and shakes Red off her back “Ow!” Alisen says shaking her pelt “That sort of hurt.” Alisen says and sits “I thought you were going to the light Redo.” Alisen teases with a grin.

I hiss and back up, baring my fangs. Then I bolt away back to the swamps. I run as fast as I can to get away. Away very far as I could. I look back only to assure I was not being pursued. I pant and increase my speed leaping over small ledges to increase speed.

Timber frowned, walking after Red. "Bud! Are you okay?" She asked worriedly, but also figuring he needed some time to calm down. She sighed. Why did he always try to run from his problems? It was an easy method, but it was really frustrating.

Run gotta run, no gotta run faster! I dig my claws into the dirt and propel my self forward. The end of the mountain was close I reach my forelegs out to the dirt aching to feel the warm dirt under my claws. Yes I had made it. I pant for a second and sit, but then I bolt off again to the swamp.

Alisen doesn’t laugh like Coal would and shakes her head “We didn’t mean to scare him, we just wanted to wake him from his daze.” Alisen says then helps Steel up to the point. “You want help getting back up here Flinch?” Alisen asks.

Flinch glanced up at Alisen, then down again at the confused Timber and terrified Red. What the h*ll was he so scared about? He'd been safe, after all. He shrugged, and looked up again to where they were. "No thanks, there's no room for a Flinch up there." He said, in a cheery tone. It didn't quite fit him, but it made him feel good. He scratched at his flea bite.

Timber was confuzzled. Was Red scared of heights or something? Probably not... she remembered him jumping off cliffs trying to fly. What a strange memory. She flicked her ear. She ran, though, following him into the swamplands. Whatever scared him, she was sure she could help.

Alisen sits at the very tip of the cliff and closes her red eyes, her nose to the sky, she takes a breathe and just stays like that. Her body is not tense at all, she doesn’t shiver nor does she shake. She’s quiet listening to the wind, La Luna’s voice, the voice of a spirit.

Steel Stares at his sister in ah, he had never known her while she was this calm. He always saw her as stiff and tense, built here, now, she is calm, Quiet, collected.