The Cloud Hunters

Silver arrived at the mountains that so many before her had failed to thrive in. It was raining hail, hard, and the cold ice stones pecked against her back, stinging like the beaks of the sky, urging her to leave. She looked at the mountains, a fierce glare in her eyes. The same mountains where she lost her sister. The same mountains where she caught the last glimpses of her father. The mountains that held so much pain, so much suffering, so much desperation. Yet here she was, determined to make a home here again. After all, these peaks held her first step, first hunt, first winter, all within in the highness of its peaks and the depth of its lakes.